Ham. A murderer, and a villain!- Ham. A King of fhreds and patches ; Save me! and hover o'er me with your wings, [Starting up. You heav'nly guards!What would your gracious figure? Queen. Alas, he's mad Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, That laps'd in time and paffion, lets go by Th' important acting of your dread command? O fay! Ghoft. Do not forget: this vifitation Is but to whet thy almoft blunted purpose. Ham. How is it with you, lady? Queen. Alas, how is't with you? That thus you bend your eye on vacancy, And with th' incorporal air do hold difcourfe? Forth at your eyes your fpirits wildly peep, And, as the fleeping foldiers in th' alarm, Your bedded hairs, like life in excrements, Start up, and stand on end. O gentle fon, Upon the heat and flame of thy diftemper Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look? Ham. On him! on him!- look you, how pale he glares! His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to flones, Would Would make them capable. Do not look on me, Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for blood. Ham. Do you fee nothing there? [Pointing to the Ghost. Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I fee. Ham. Nor did you nothing hear? Queen. No, nothing but ourselves. Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it fteals away! My father in his habit as he lived! Look where he goes ev'n now, out at the portal. [Exit Ghoft. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain This bodilefs creation Ecstasy Is very cunning in. Ham. What Ecstasy? My pulfe, as yours, doth temp'rately keep time, And I the matter will re-word; which madness Yea, curb, and wooe, for leave to do it good. And live the purer with the other half. Good Good-night; but go not to mine uncle's bed: That monfter custom, who all fense doth eat For this fame lord, I do repent: but heav'n hath pleas'd it fo, Thus bad begins, and worfe remains behind. you do. Ham. Not this by no means, that I bid * Let the bloat King tempt you again to bed; Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his moufe; And let him, for a pair of reechy kiffes, Or padling in your neck with his damn'd fingers, Make to ravel all this matter out, you That I effentially am not in madness, But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know. Unpeg the basket on the houfe's top, Let the fond King] The old Quarto reads, Let Let the birds fly, and like the famous ape, Queen. Be thou affur'd, if words be made breath, And breath of Life, I have no life to breathe What thou haft faid to me. Ham. I muft to England, you know that? Queen. Alack, I had forgot; 'tis fo concluded on. Ham. There's letters feal'd, and my two fchoolfellows, (Whom I will truft, as I will adders fang'd;) I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room; [Exit Hamlet, tugging in Polonius. ACT IV. SCENE I. A Royal APARTMENT. Enter King and Queen, with Rofincrantz, and Guildenftern. KING. HERE's matter in thefe fighs; these profound THE heaves You must tranflate; 'tis fit, we understand them. Queen. Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while. [To Rofincrantz and Guildenftern, who go out. Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to night? King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet? Queen. Mad as the feas, and wind, when both Which is the mightier; in his lawless fit, King. O heavy deed! It had been fo with us, had we been there : Το you yourself, to us, to every one. Alas! how fhall this bloody deed be answer'd? It will be laid to us, whofe providence Should have kept fhort, reftrain'd, and out of haunt, We would not understand what was moft fit; Ev'n on the pith of life. Where is he gone? Shews itself pure. He weeps for what is done. The fun no fooner fhall the mountains touch, Enter Rofincrantz and Guildenstern. Friends both, go join you with fome further aid: |