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That he, as 't were by accident, may here
Queen. I shall obey you:
honours. Oph. Madam, I wish it may. (Exit Queen. Pol. Ophelia, walk you here.- Gracious, so
please ye, We will beltow ourselves-Read on this book; That shew of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness. We're oft to blame in this, 'Tis too much prov'd, that with devotion's visage, And pious action, we do-sugar o'er The devil himself.
King. Oh, 'tis too true. How smart á lalh that speech doth give my con.
science ! The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastring art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it, Than is my deed to my most painted word. [Afide. Oh heavy burden! Pol. I hear him coming ; let's withdraw, my lord.
[Exeunt all but Ophelia.
Enter Hamlet. Ham. To be, or not to be? that is the question.
Whether 'ris nobler in the mind, to suffer The Nings and arrows of outrageous fortune;
* Or to take arms against assail of troubles,
(Secing Oph. The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy orisons Be all
my fins remembred. Oph. Good my lord, How does your Honour for this many a day?
* Or to take arms againg a fea of troubles,] Without Question Shakespear wrote, -against Assail of Troubles. in c. Assault. Warb.
Ham. I humbly thank you, well;-
Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
pray you, now receive them.
did: And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd, As made the things more rich : that perfume loft, Take these again ; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind. There, my lord. Ham. Ha, ha,
Ham. That if you be honest and fair, you should adinit no discourse in your beauty.
Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty ?
Ham. Aý, truly; for the power of beauty will fooner transform honefty from what it is, to a bawd; than the force of honesty can translate beauty into its likeness. This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
Ham. You should not have believed me. For virtué cannot so inoculate our old stock, but we shall relish of it.
I lov'd you not. Oph. I was the more deceiv'd.
Ham. Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldit thou be a breeder of linners ? I am myself indifferent honeft; but yet I could accuse me of such Things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, * with more
offences with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination, &c.] What is the Meaning of Thoughts to put them in?
-Go thy ways
offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in name, imagination to give them shape, or time to ad them in. What should such fellows, as I, do crawling between heav'n and earth? we are arrant knaves, believe none of usto a nunnery-_Where's
father? Oph. At home, my lord.
Ham. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewel.
Oph. Oh help him, you sweet heav'ns!
Ham. If thou doft marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny:-Get thee to a nunnery,--farewel-Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool: for wise men know well enough, what monsters
make of them-To a nunnery, goand quickly too :'farewel.
Oph. Heav'nly powers, restore him !
Ham. I have heard of your painting 100, well enough : God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonnels your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't, it hath - made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, thall live; the relt shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.
[Exii Hamler. Oph. Oh, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue,
A word is dropt out, We should read,
-thoughts to fut them in name.] This was the Progress. The Offences are first conceived and namod, -then projeded to be put in Ad, then executed.
I am of ladies most deje& and wretched,
S CE N E III.
Enter King and Polonius.
you on't ? Pol. It should do well. But yet do I believe, The origin and commencement of this grief Sprung from negle&ted love. How now, Ophelia ?--You need not tell us what lord Hamlet said, We heard it all, ---My lord, do as you please ;
(Exit Ophelia. But if you hold it fit, after the Play Let his Queen-mother all alone intreat him: To shew his griefs ; let her be round with him : And I'll be plac'd, so please you, in the ear Of all their conf'rence. If the find him not, To England send him; or confine him, where Vol. IX.