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Ham. Ay, sir, but, While the grass grows, | How in my words soever she be shent, -the proverb is something musty. To give them seals § never, my soul, consent!
Enter the Players, with Recorders. O, the recorders :-let me see one.-To withdraw with you :-Why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive
me into a toil?
Guil. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly.
Ham. I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?
Guil. My lord, I cannot.
Guil. Believe me, I cannot.
Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord. Ham. 'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages, with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops.
Guil. But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony; I have not the skill. Ham. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me? You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon
God bless you, sir!
Pol. My lord, the queen would speak with you, and presently.
Ham. Do you see yonder cloud,that's almost in shape of a camel?
Pol. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel indeed.
Ham. Methinks, it is like a weasel.
Pol. Very like a whale.
Pol. I will say so. [Exit POLONIUS. Ham. By and by is easily said.-Leave me, friends. [Exeunt Ros. GUIL. HOR., &c. 'Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out [hot blood, Contagion to this world: Now could I drink And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on. Soft; now to my mother.O, heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom: Let me be cruel, not unnatural:
I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
[Exit. SCENE III. A Room in the same.
Enter King, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDEN.
King. I like him not; nor stands it safe with us, [you; To let his madness range. Therefore, prepare I your commission will forthwith despatch, And he to England shall along with you; The terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so near us, as doth hourly grow Out of his lunes.
We will ourselves provide: Most holy and religious fear it is, To keep those many many bodies safe, That live, and feed, upon your majesty.
Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound,
For we will fetters put upon this fear,
We will baste us.
[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDEN
Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's Behind the arras¶ I'll convey myself, [closet: To hear the process; I'll warrant, she'll tax him home:
And, as you said, and wisely was it said, 'Tis meet, that some more audience, than a mother,
Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear
The speech of vantage. Fare you well, my
That cannot be; since I am still possess'd
And how his audit stands who knows, save
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven:
[black And that his soul may be as damn'd and As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays: This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
The King rises and advances. King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go.
• Caught as with bird-lime.
Another Room in the same.
Enter QUEEN and POLONIUS.
home to him:
Pol. He will come straight. Look, you lay [bear with; Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to And that your grace hath screen'd and stood between
Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here.
Ham. Now, mother; what's the matter? Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
Ham. Mother, you have my father much
No, by the rood ¶, not so: You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife;
[mother. And,-'would it were not so!-you are my Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that
Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge;
You go not, till I set you up a glass
Pol. [Behind.] What, ho! help!
Dead, for a ducat, dead.
How now? a rat!
[HAMLET makes a pass through the Arras.
O, I am slain.
[Falls, and dies.
Nay, I know not:
Queen. O, me! what hast thou done?
Is it the king?
[Lifts up the Arras, and draws forth
Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is [good mother, Ham. A bloody deed!-almost as bad, As kill a king, and marry with his brother. Queen. As kill a king!
Ay, lady, 'twas my word.Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell [TO POLONIUS.
I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune:
And let me wring your heart: for so I shall,
Queen. What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
Ah me! what act! That roars so loud, and thunders in the indext? Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you
You cannot call it love; for, at your age,
Would step from this to this? Sense**, sure,
That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
Queen. O, Hamlet! speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots, As will not leave their tinct ¶¶.
Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed *** ba Stew'd in corruption; honeying, and making Over the nasty stye;; Queen. O, speak to me no more; These words like daggers enter in mine ears No more, sweet Hamlet. Ham.
A murderer, and a villain: A slave, that is not twentieth part the tithe Of your precedent ttt lord:-a vice of kings: A cutpurse of the empire and the rule; That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket! Queen. No more. Ham.
Of shreds and patches:-
That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by
Ghost. Do not forget: This visitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. But, look! amazement on thy mother sits: O, step between her and her fighting soul; Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works; Speak to her, Hamlet. Ham. 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!
[stones, His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to Would make them capable ¶¶¶.-Do not look upon me;
Lest, with this piteons action, you convert
My father in his habit as he lived!
Index of contents prefixed to a book ¶ To grow fat. **Sensation. Be so stupid. TT Colour. Imagination.
+ Sorrowful. The act of standing. #Blindman's-buff. ***Greasy.
$5 Without. +++ Mimic.
**** Actions. is
The hair of animals is excrementitious; that is, without life or sensation.
Look, where he goes, even now, out at the
My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep
Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it
And when you are desirous to be bless'd,
And let him, for a pair of reechy || kisses,
Make you to ravel all this matter out,
Ham. I must to England; you know that? Queen. Alack,
I had forgot; 'tis so concluded on. Ham. There's letters seal'd; and my two school-fellows,
Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'dii,— 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 [hard, Hoist with his own petar: and it shall go But I will delve one yard below their miues, And blow them at the meon: O, 'tis most sweet,
When in one line two crafts directly meet.-
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room :-
[Exeunt severally; HAMLET dragging
Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night! King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet? Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when
Which is the mightier: In his lawless fit, Behind the arras hearing something stir, Whips out his rapier, cries, A rat! a rat! And, in this brainish apprehension, kills The unseen good old man.
O heavy deed! It had been so with us, had we been there :
A term of endearment. ** Cat. + Experiments. up with his own bomb.
His liberty is full of threats to ali;
This mad young man; but, so much was our
We would not understand what was most fit;
O'er whom his very madness, like some ore,
Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done.
ed, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again.
Ros. I understand you not, my lord. Ham. I am glad of it: A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.
Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king.
Ham. The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing
Guil. A thing, my lord?
Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide
SCENE III. Another Room in the same.
King. I have sent to seek him, and to find
How dangerous is it, that this man goes loose? Yet must not we put the strong law on him: Guil-He's loved of the distracted multitude,
Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
Ham. Safely stowed, [Ros. &c. within. Hamlet! lord Hamlet!] But soft!-what noise? who calls on Hamlet? O, here they
Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.
Ham. Do not believe it.
Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge!-what replication should be made by the son of a king?
Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes;
But never the offence. To bear all smooth
Or not at all.-How now? what hath befallen?
King. At supper? Where?
Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only em peror for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us; and we fat ourselves for maggots: Your fat king, and your lean beggar, is but variable service; two dishes, but to one table; that's the end.
King. Alas, alas!
Ham. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
King. What dost thou mean by this? Ham. Nothing, but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. king. Where is Polonius?
Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' the other place yourself. But, indeed, if you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby. King. Go seek him there.
Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord? Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end: He keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: When he needs what you have glean- | † Mine, + Mark.
[To some Attendants. Ham. He will stay till you come.
[Exeunt Attendants. A sport among children.