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And he beseech'd me to intreat your Majesties
King. With all my heart, and it doth much content me
Queen. I shall obey you:
King. "Oh it is but too true. How smart a lash that speech doch give my conscience!
Afide. The harlot's cheek beautied with plaistring art Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it, Than is my deed to my most painted word. Oh heavy burthen!
Pola i Oh 'tis
Pol. I hear him coming ; let's withdraw, my Lord.
[Exeunt all but Ophelia S C Ε Ν Ε II.
Is (a) Instead of a sea of troubles perhaps Shakespear wrote affailing troubles, which would preferve a propriety in the metaphor.
Is ficklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
Oph. Good my Lord,
Ham. I humbly thank you, well.
Oph. My honour'd Lord, I know right well you did,
Ham. Ha, ha! are you honest?
Ham. That if you be honest and fair, you should admit no discourse to your beauty.
Oph. Could beauty, my Lord, have better commerce than with honefty ?
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 its 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 cannot so inoculate our old stock, but we shall relish of it. I lov'd you not. Oph. I was the more deceived
Ham. Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of finners? I am my self indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better my mother had not born 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 heav'n and earth? we are arrant knaves, believe none of us Go thy ways to a nunnery—Where's your father?
Oph. At home, my Lord.
Ham. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewel.
Óph. Oh help him, you sweet heav'ns!
Ham. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny--Get thee co a nunnery. farewel-Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough, what monsters you make of them-To a nunnery, go and quickly too, farewel.
Oph. Heav'nly powers! restore him.
Ham. I have heard of your painting too, well enough: God has given you one face, and you make your self another. You jig you amble, and you -lisp, and nick.name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go, I'll no more on't, it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, shall live, the rest shall keep as they are. Toa nunnery, go,
[Exit Hamlet. Opb. Oh what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's; 3 'scholar's, foldier's, eye, tongue, sword, Th’expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, Th' observ'd of all observers, quite, quite down! I am of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the hony of his musick vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, A a 2
Like 3 soldier's, scholar's,
Like sweet bells jangled out of tune, and harsh ;
Enter King and Polonius.
have in quick determination
Pol. It shall do well. But yet do I believe
If she find him not,
King. It shall be fo : Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. (Exeunt.