15 20 To any pastime? Ros. Madam, it so fell out, that certain players We o'er-raught on the way; of these we told Pol. him, And there did To hear of it. seem in him a kind of joy They are about the court, And, as I think, they have already order 'Tis most true. And he beseeched me to entreat your majesties To hear and see the matter. King. With all my heart; and it doth much content me 25 To hear him so inclined. 30 85 Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, And drive his purpose on to these delights. Ros. We shall, my lord. King. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Her father and myself, [lawful espials,] That thus he suffers for. Queen. I shall obey you. Oph. And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish That your good beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlet's wildness. So shall I hope your 40 virtues Will bring him to his wonted way again, To both your honours. Madam, I wish it may. [Exit Queen. Pol. Ophelia, walk you here. please you, Gracious, so We will bestow ourselves. [To Ophelia.] And pious action we do sugar o'er The Devil himself. King. O, 'tis too true! [Aside.] How smart a lash that speech doth 50 give my conscience! The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Pol. I hear him coming. Let's withdraw, my 55 [Exeunt King and Polonius. Enter Hamlet. lord. Ham. To be, or not to be: that is the question. 60 65 70 '75 Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, For who would bear the whips and scorns of The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, That patient merit of the unworthy takes, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, Oph. No traveller returns, puzzles the will 80 Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, 85 Good my lord, 90 Ham. I pray you, now receive them. I never gave you aught. No, not I. 95 Oph. My honoured lord, you know right well you did, And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed As made the things more rich. Their per fume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. 100 105 Ham. Are you fair? Oph. What means your lordship? Ham. That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better com110 merce than with honesty? 115 120 125 130 Ham. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. Ham. You should not have believed me, for virtue can not so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you not. Oph. I was the more deceived. Ham. Get thee to a nunnery; why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such 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 should such 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? |