"Of those effects for which I did the murther, С Offence's gilded hand may fhove by justice; Buys out the law; but 'tis not fo above: All may be well. SCENE X. Enter Hamlet. [The King kneels. Ham. Now might I do it pat, now he is praying, I, his fole fon, do this fame villain fend To heav'n----O this is Phire and fallery, not revenge. With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; Ggg 2 "Tis bafe and filly. Ed. prim. a frefa 'Tis heavy with him. Am I then reveng'd, Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heav'n, This phyfick but prolongs thy fickly days. [Exit. King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below; Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. [Exit. Pol. H SCENE XI. The Queen's Apartment. Enter Queen and Polonius. E will come straight; look you lay home to him, And that your Grace hath fcreen'd, and stood between Pray you be round. Queen. I'll warrant you, fear me not. Withdraw, I hear him coming. [Polonius hides himself behind the Arras. Enter Hamlet. Ham. Now, mother, what's the matter? Queen. Hamlet, thou haft thy father much offended. • bent Ham. Ham. Mother, you have my father much offended. Ham. No, by the rood, not fo; You are the Queen, your husband's brother's wife, Queen. Nay, then I'll fet those to you that can speak. Ham. Come, come, and fit you down; you shall not budge: You go not 'till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you. Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murther me? Help, ho. Pol. What ho, help. [Behind the Arras. Ham. How now, a rat? dead for a ducate, dead. Pol. Oh I am flain. Queen. Oh me, what haft thou done? [Ham. kills Polonius. Ham. Nay I know not: is it the King? Queen. Oh, 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. Queen. As kill a King? Ham. Ay lady, 'twas my word. Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewel, [To Polonius. I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune; Thou find'st, to be too bufie, is some danger. Leave wringing of your hands, peace, fit you down, If damned custom have not braz'd it fo, 1 an idle Queen, Queen. What have I done, that thou dar'ft wag thy tongue In noife fo rude against me? Ham. Such an act, That blurs the grace and blush of modefty, With triftful visage as against the doom. Queen. Ay me, what act, That roars fo loud, and thunders in the index? To give the world affurance of a man. This was your husband.---- Look you now what follows, Blafting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? And And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no fhame, And reafon pardons will. Queen. O Hamlet, fpeak no more. Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very foul, Ham. Nay, but to live In the rank fweat of an inceftuous bed, Stew'd in corruption, honying and making love: Queen. Oh speak no more, These words like daggers enter in mine ears. Ham. A murderer, and a villain! A flave, that is not twentieth part the tythe Enter Ghoft. A King of shreds and patches--- Save me! and hover o'er me with your wings [Starting up. You heav'nly guards! what would your gracious figure? Queen. Alas he's mad. Ham. Do you not come your tardy fon to chide, sor, panders. That |