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No, not quite :
Is't the King ?
Queen. 0, Hamlet ! you have done a deed felonious ;You've kill'd our poor lord-chamberlain, Polonius!
Hamlet. They who throw stones should mind their windows,
Hamlet. (Lifts up the arras and sees Polonius.) Thou'st paid for list'ning to what don't concern thee. (To Queen.) Leave wringing of your hands ; before we
part, I'll take the liberty to wring your heart.
Queen. What act d’you mean?—You hoax-there's nothing in it.
(Tune—“ Drops of Brandy.”)
Come sit you down here, ma'am, a little,
And I'll shew you two counterfeit faces;
Come, none of your fine airs and graces.
Like a ploughman so plump and so chubby;
Ri tol, &c.
You'll now please to look upon this :
I'd have married a monkey as soon-
Zounds! the fellow looks like a baboon !
The one I now hold in my hand, mother?
Ri tol, &c.
O, say no more—I'll mind what I'm about:
Hamlet. Nay, but to live, (in not the best repute,) With that inhuman, cruel, murd'rous, brute ; A very Filch, that more deserves to hang Than any one of the light-fingered gang; That from a shelf the precious crown did thieve, And put it in his pocket-without leave: A King of shreds and patches(Enter Ghost,) Ha! here's
dad! What is't you're come about?
Alas ! he's mad!
TRIO.-Hamlet, Ghost, Queen.
(Tune—“0, Lady Fair.")
Hamles—O, spectre grim! What brings thee here now?
Thou com'st thy tardy son to chide, I fear now.
Don't be in a hurry, and all shall be right done.
Queen - Say, Hamlet, say, on what art thou staring;
So frightened am I, that I vow 'tis past bearing.
I can see nothing ! O, where art thou walking ? Ghost — But look at thy mother; she seems in a stew, Sir;
Tell her she'd better not be frighten'd-pray do, Sir!
Hamlet-Whom 'tis I look at, fain you'd be knowing :
Straight thro' the trap-door now he is going.
Who thro' the trap-door now is going ?
Straight thro' the trap-door now I'm going.