Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up; steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe; [Retires and kneels. Enter Hamlet. Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying; And now I'll do't; and so he goes to heaven: And so am I reveng'd? That would be scann'd:2 A villain kills my father; and, for that, I, his sole3 son, do this same villain send Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge. With all his crimes broad-blown, as flush as May; (1) Caught as with bird-lime. Should be considered. (4) Reward. (3) Only But, in our circumstance and course of thought, No. Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent :1 Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven; King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain be low: Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. [Exit. SCENE IV-Another room in the same. Enter Queen and Polonius. Pol. He will come straight. Look, you lay home to him: Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear with; And that your grace hath screen'd and stood be tween Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here. Queen. Fear me not-withdraw, I hear him coming. I'll warrant you; [Polonius hides himself. Enter Hamlet, Ham. Now, mother; what's the matter? Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much of fended. (1) Seize him at a more horrid time. Ham. Mother, you have my father much of fended. Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet? Ham. What's the matter now? Queen. Have you forgot me? Ham. No, by the rood, not so: 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 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! Ham. How now! a rat? [Draws. Dead, for a ducat, dead. [Hamlet makes a pass through the arras. Pol. [Behind.] O, I am slain. [Falls, and dies. Nay, I know not: Queen. O me, what hast thou done? Ham. Is it the king? [Lifts up the arras, and draws forth Polonius. Queen. O, 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. Ham. Ay, lady, 'twas my word. [To Polonius. Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! (1) Cross. I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune: And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, If damned custom have not braz'd it so, In noise so rude against me? Ham. With tristful2-visage, as against the doom, Queen. lows: (1) Marriage-contract. you now, what fol (2) Sorrowful. (3) Index of contents prefixed to a book. (4) Apollo's. (5) The act of standing. Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, ment Would step from this to this? Sense,2 sure, you have, Else, could you not have motion: But, sure, that sense Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err; To serve in such a difference. What devil was't, O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame, And reason panders will. Queen. O, Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots, As will not leave their tinct.7 Ham. Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseameds bed; Stew'd in corruption; honeying and making love Over the nasty sty Queen. O, speak to me no more; (1) To grow fat. (2) Sensation. (3) Frenzy. (4) Blindman's buff. (6) Be so stupid. (5) Without. (7) Colour. (8) Greasy. |