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The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,
As low as to the fiends!”
535 Ham. It shall to the barber's, with your beard.
Prithee, say on; he's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps. Say on; come to
Hecuba. First Play. “But who, O, who, had seen the mobled 540
queenHam. “The mobled queen”? Pol. That's good; “mobled queen” is good.
First Play. “Run barefoot up and down, threatening
With bisson rheum, a clout upon that head 645 Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe,
About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins,
and has tears in 's eyes. Pritheo, no more. Ham. 'Tis well; I'll have thee speak out the rest 560 of this soon. Good my lord, will you see
the players well bestowed? Do you hear? Let them be well used, for they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time;
after your death you were better have a bad 585 epitaph than their ill report while you live. Pol. My lord, I will use them according to their
desert. Ham. God's bodykins, man, much better. Use
every man after his desert, and who shall 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity. The less they deserve,
the more merit is in your bounty. Take
them in. Pol. Come, sirs. Ham. Follow him, friends; we'll hear a play 573
to-morrow. [Exit Polonius with all the
580 Ham. We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could,
for a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which I would set down and
insert in’t, could you not? First Play. Ay, my lord. Ham. Very well. Follow that lord,--and look
you mock him not. [Exit First Player.] My good friends, I'll leave you till night.
You are welcome to Elsinore.
and Guildenstern.] Now I am alone.
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless
villain! 0, vengeance! Why, what an ass I am! This is most brave, That I, the son of a dear father murdered, Prompted to my revenge by heaven and 680
hell, Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with
words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab, A scullion! Fie upon 't! Foh! About, my brain! I
have heard That guilty creatures sitting at a play Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaimed their malefactions. For murder, though it have no tongue, will
speak With most miraculous organ. I'll have these 640
players Play something like the murder of my father Before mine uncle. I'll observe his looks I'll tent him to the quick. If he but blench, I know my course. The spirit that I have
May be the Devil: and the Devil hath power 645