then, or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse; whose epitaph is, "For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot." Trumpets sound. The Dumb-Shew enters. Enter a King and Queen, very lovingly; the Queen embracing him. She kneels, and makes shew of protestation unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck; lays him down upon a bank of flowers: she, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, and pours poison in the King's ears, and exit. The Queen returns, finds the King dead, and makes passionate action. The Poisoner, with some two or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The Poisoner woos the Queen with gifts: she seems loth and unwilling a while; but in the end accepts his love. [Exeunt. Oph. What means this, my lord? Ham. mischief. Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means Oph. Belike, this shew imports the argument of the play. Enter Prologue. Ham. We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all. Oph. Will he tell us what this shew meant? Ham. Ay, or any shew that you will shew him : be not you asham'd to shew, he'll not shame to tell you what it means. Oph. You are naught, you are naught. I'll mark the play. Prologue. "For us, and for our tragedy, Here stooping to your clemency, We beg your hearing patiently." Ham. Is this a prologue, or the poesy of a ring? Oph. 'Tis brief, my lord. Ham. As woman's love. P. King. Enter a King and a Queen. "Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round Neptune's salt wash, and Tellus' orbed ground; P. Queen. moon "So many journeys may the sun and Make us again count o'er, ere love be done. So far from cheer, and from your former state, Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know, [Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there."] P. King. "'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too; My operant powers their functions leave to do: Such love must needs be treason in my breast : In second husband let me be accurst; None wed the second, but who kill'd the first." P. Queen. "The instances that second marriage move, Are base respects of thrift, but none of love : A second time I kill my husband dead, When second husband kisses me in bed." P. King. "I do believe you think what now you speak, But what we do determine oft we break. Purpose is but the slave to memory, Of violent birth, but poor validity ; Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree, To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt: Their own enactures with themselves destroy : Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. For who not needs shall never lack a friend; But, orderly to end where I begun, That our devices still are overthrown ; own: none of our So think thou wilt no second husband wed, But die thy thoughts, when thy first lord is dead." “Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven P. Queen. light! Ham. If she should break it now, P. King. "'Tis deeply sworn. a while : Sweet, leave me here My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile The tedious day with sleep." P. Queen. [Sleeps. "Sleep rock thy brain; And never come mischance between us twain ! [Exit. Ham. Madam, how like you this play? King. Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in't? Ham. No, no; they do but jest, poison in jest: no offence i' th' world. King. What do you call the play? Ham. The mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the image of a murther done in Vienna: Gonzago is the Duke's name; his wife, Baptista. You shall see anon: 'tis a knavish piece of work; but what of that? your Majesty, and we that have free souls, it touches us not let the gall'd jade wince, our withers are unwrung. Enter LUCIANUS. This is one Lucianus, nephew to the King. Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen. Ham. It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge. Oph. Still better, and worse. Ham. So you must take your husband. Begin, murtherer: Pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come “The croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.” Lucianus. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing; Confederate season, else no creature seeing; On wholesome life usurp immediately. [Pours the poison into the Sleeper's ears. Ham. He poisons him ï' th' garden for his estate. His name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and writ in choice Italian. You shall see anon, how the murtherer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. Oph. The King rises. Ham. What! frighted with false fire? Queen. How fares my lord? Pol. Give o'er the play. King. Give me some light! — away! All. Lights, lights, lights! [Exeunt all but HAMLET and HORATIO. |