King. With all my heart; and it doth much content me To hear him fo inclin'd. Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, And drive his purpose on to these delights. Rof. We fhall, my lord. [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN King. Sweet Gertrude, leave us too. For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither; That he, as 'twere by accident, may here Affront Ophelia: Her father, and myself (lawful espials); Queen. I fhall obey you: And, for your part, Ophelia, I do wish, Of Hamlet's wildnefs; fo fhall I hope, your virtues Will bring him to his wonted way again, To both your honours. Oph. Madam, I wish it may. [Exit QUEEN. Pol. Ophelia, walk you here:-Gracious, so please you, We will beftow ourfelves:-Read on this book: That show of fuch an exercise may colour [To OPHELIA. Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this 'Tis too much prov'd-that, with devotion's visage, And pious action, do we sugar o'er The devil himself. King. O, 'tis too true! how smart A lash that fpeech doth give my confcience! Than Than is my deed to my most painted word: O heavy burden! [Afide. Pol. I hear him coming; let's withdraw, my lord. [Exeunt KING and POLONIUS. Enter HAMLET. Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the queftion: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to fuffer For who would bear the whips and fcorns of time, İs Is ficklied o'er with the pale caft of thought; Oph. Good, my lord, How does your honour for this many a day? Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours, I pray you, now receive them. Ham. No, not I; I never gave you aught. Oph. My honour'd lord, you know right well, you did. And, with them, words of fo fweet breath compos'd,, As made the things more rich: their perfume loft, Take these again; for, to the noble mind, Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind, Ham. Ha, ha! are you honest? Oph. My lord? Ham. Are you fair? Oph. What means your lordship? Ham. That if you be honest, and fair, you should admit no difcourfe to your beauty. Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? Ham. Ay, 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 his likeness: this was fome time a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe fo. Ham. Ham. You fhould not have believed me: for virtue cannot fo inoculate our old ftock, but we shall relish of it: I loved you not. Oph. I was the more deceived. Ham. Get thee to a nunnery; why would'ft thou be a breeder of finners? I am myself indifferent honeft; but yet I could accuse me of fuch things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in: What fhould fuch fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us: Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father? Oph. At home, my lord. Ham. Let the doors be fhut upon him; that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewell. Oph. O, help him, you sweet heavens! Ham. If thou doft marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry; be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as fnow, thou fhalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery; fare. well: Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wife men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too. Farewell. Oph. Heavenly powers, restore him! Ham. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lifp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonnefs your ignorance: Go to; I'll no more of't; it hath made me mad. I fay, we will have no more marriages: thofe that are married already, all but one, fhall live: the reft shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.. [Exit HAMLET“. Opha Oph. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, foldier's, fcholar's, eye, tongue,. fword: The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glafs of fashion, and the mould of form, The observ'd of all obfervers! quite, quite down!. Now fee that noble and moft fovereign reason, To have seen what I have seen, fee what I fee! Re-enter KING and POLONIUS. King. Love! his affections do not that way tend; And, I do doubt, the hatch, and the disclose, Thus fet it down: He fhall with speed to England,. This fomething-fettled matter in his heart; But, |