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A combination, and a form, indeed,
O Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very * To grow fat.
+ Sensation Frenzy. & Blindman's-buff. # Without Be so stupid.
And there I see such black and grained spots,
wings, You heavenly guards!—What would your gracious Queen. Alas, he's mad.
Ghost. Do not forget: This visitation
How is it with you, lady? Queen. Alas, how is't with you? That you do bend
your eye on vacancy, And with the incorporal air do hold discourse? Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, Your bedded hair, like life in excrements, Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper 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 stones, Would make them capableg. Do not look upon me; # Colour.
Imagination. # The hair of animals is excrementitious, that is, without life or sensation.
Lest, with this piteous action, you convert
Queen. To whom do you speak this?
Do you see nothing there?
No, nothing, but ourselves. Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it steals My father, in his habit as he liv'd! [away! Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal!
Exit Ghost. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain: : This bodiless creation ecstasyt Is very cunning in. Ham.
Ecstasy! My pulse, as your's, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music: It is not madness, That I have utter'd: bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word: which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass, but my madness speaks: It will but skin and film the ulcerous place; Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven; Repent what's past; avoid what is to come; And do not spread the composts on the weeds, To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue: For in the fatness of these pursy times, Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg; Yea, curbs) and woo, for leave to do him good.
* Actions. S Manure.
* Frenzy. || Bend
Queen. O Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in
Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, (twain. And live the purer with the other half. Good night, but go not to my uncle's bed; Assume a virtue if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat Of habit's devil, is angel yet in this; That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock, or livery, That aptly is put on: Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence: the next more easy: For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either curb the devil, or throw him out With wondrous potency. Once more, good night! And when you are desirous to be bless'd, I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,
[Pointing to POLONIUS. I do repent: But heaven bath pleas'd it so,To punish me with this, and this with me, That I must be their scourge and minister. I will bestow him, and will answer well The death I gave him. So, again, good night! I must be cruel, only to be kind: Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.But one word more, good lady. Queen.
What shall I do? Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you
do: Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed; Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse*; And let him, for a pair of reechyt kisses, Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers, Make you to ravel all this matter out, That I essentially am not in madness, * A term of endearment.
+ Steaming with heat.
But mad in craft. 'Twere good, you let him know :
Ham. I must to England: you know that ?
Ham. There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolWhom I will trust, as I will adders fang’ds, They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way, And marshal me to knavery: Let it work ; For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar||: and it shall go
hard, But I will delve one yard below their mines, And blow them at the moon.
& Having their teeth. !! Blown up with his own bomb. | Profit.