That laps'd in time and paffion, lets go by Th' important acting of your dread command? O fay.- Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. Ham. How is it with you, lady? Queen. Alas, how is't with you? That thus you bend your eye on vacancy, Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do Whereon do you look? Ham. On him! on him!---- look you how pale he glares! His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, Would make them capable. Do not look on me, Left with this pitious action you convert My ftern effects; then what I have to do, Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. Queen. To whom do you speak this? [Pointing to the Ghoft. Queen. Nothing at all, yet all that is I fee. Ham. Do you fee nothing there? Ham. Nor did you nothing hear? Queen. No, nothing but our felves. Ham. Why look you there? look how it steals away! My father in his habit as he lived! Look where he goes ev'n now out at the portal. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain, [Exit Ghoft. This bodilefs creation Ecftafie Is very cunning in. Ham. What ecftafie? My pulfe, as yours, doth temp'rately keep time, And I the matter will re-word; which madness Queen. Oh Hamlet! thou haft cleft my heart in twain. That monfter cuftom, who all fenfe doth eat, mining, edit. prim.` With With wondrous potency. Once more, good night! And when you are defirous to be blest, I'll bleffing beg of you. For this same lord, [Pointing to Pol. hath pleas'd it fo, and this with me, That I must be their scourge and minister. I will bestow him, and will answer well: The death I gave him; so again, good night. I must be cruel, only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worfe remains behind. Ham. Not this by no means that I bid you do. Or padling in your neck with his damn'd fingers, That I effentially am not in madness, But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know. And break your own neck down. Queen. Be thou affur'd, if words be made of breath, And breath of life: I have no life to breathe What thou haft faid to me. Ham. I must to England, you know that? Queen. Alack, I had forgot; 'tis fo concluded on. Ham. In the old edition it is, Let the blote King--the word fignifies fond, er puff3d. up, or full-blooded, rubore fuffufus, Skinner. + Ham. There's letters feal'd, and my two fchool-fellows, I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room; [Exit Hamlet, tugging in Polonius. A C T IV. SCENE I. T A Royal Apartment. Enter King and Queen. KING. Here's matter in thefe fighs; these profound heaves [night? Hhh 2 †The ten following verfes are added out of the old edition. Behind Behind the arras hearing fomething stir, It had been fo with us, had we been there: To you your self, to us, to every one. Alas, how fhall this bloody deed be answer'd? It will be laid to us, whofe providence Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt This mad young man. We would not understand what was most fit; To keep it from divulging, lets it feed Shews it felf pure. He weeps for what is done. The fun no fooner fhall the mountains touch, Both countenance, and excufe. Ho! Guildenstern! Friends both, go join you with some further aid: And from his mother's clofet hath he drag'd him. Into the chappel. Pray you hafte in this. [Ex. Rof. and Guil. And |