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The Queen's closet.
Enter Queen and Polonius. Pol. He will come straight. Look you lay home
here. Pray you, be round with him. Ham. [Within.] Mother, mother, mother. Queen. I'll warrant you, fear me not. Withdraw, I hear him coming
[Polonius hides behind the arras.
Enter Hamlet. Ham. Now, mother, what's the matter? 10 Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much
offended, Ham. Mother, you have my father much of
fended. Queer. Come, come, you answer with an idle
tongue. Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet!
What's the matter now?
No, by the rood, not so. 15 You are the Queen, your husband's brother's
wife; And—would it were not so!-you are my
mother. Queen. Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can
speak. Ham. Come, come, and sit you down. You
shall not budge. You go not till I set you up a glass 20
Where you may see the inmost part of you. Queen. What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not
murder me? Help, help, ho! Pol. [Behind.] What, ho! help, help, help! Ham. [Drawing.] How now! A rat? Dead, 25 for a ducat, dead!
[Makes a pass through the arras. Pol. [Behind.] 0, I am slain! [Falls and dies. Queen.
O me, what hast thou done? Ham. Nay, I know not. Is it the King? Queen. 0, what a rash and bloody deed is this! Ham. A bloody deed! Almost as bad, good mother,
As kill a king, and marry with his brother. 30 Queen. As kill a king! Ham.
Ay, lady, 'twas my word. [Lifts up the arras and discovers Polonius.
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
[Drops the arras. Leave wringing of your hands. Peace! Sit
That it be proof and bulwark against sense. 40 Queen. What have I done, that thou darest wag
Such an act.
Ay me, what act, That roars so loud and thunders in the index? Ham. Look here, upon this picture, aņd on this, 55 The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
Queen that foc hero,
See, what a grace was seated on this brow.
what follows: Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear, 65 Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you
I eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You can not call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, 70 And waits upon the judgement; and what
judgement Would step from this to this? Sense sure
you have, Else could you not have motion; but sure,
that sense Is apoplexed; for madness would not err, Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thralled 75 But it reserved some quantity of choice, To serve in such a difference. What devil
was 't That thus hath cozened you at hoodman
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, 86 . To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no
shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn
And reason panders will. Queen.
O Hamlet, speak nd more! 90 Thou turn’st mine eyes into my very soul,
And there I see such black and grained spots
As will not leave their tinct. Нат.
Nay, but to live
O, speak to me no more!
A murderer and a villain!
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, 100 And put it in his pocket! Queen.
No more! Ham. A king of shreds and patches,