39 O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; But to confront the visage of offence? 49 Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up; My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer Can serve my turn? "Forgive me my foul murder?" 60 That cannot be, since I am still possess'd 4 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; 80 O, this is hire and salary, not revenge. And how his audit stands who knows save heaven? But, in our circumstance and course of thought, Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent: When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage, [Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed;] 90 At gaming, swearing, or about some act That has no relish of salvation in 't; Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, And that his soul may be as damn'd and black As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays: This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. [Exit. [The King rises and advances. King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: 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 between 5 Would, i.e. requires to. 2 Rests, remains. 3 Limed, caught with bird-lime. * Engag'd, entangled, 6 Flush, full of vigour. 7 Broad, unrestrained. Queen. Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak. Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge; 19 You go not till I set you up a glass Pol. [Behind] What, ho! help, help, help! Ham. [Drawing] How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead! [Makes a pass through the arras. Pol. [Behind] O, I am slain! [Falls and dies. Queen. O me, what hast thou done? Ham. Is it the king? Nay, I know not: Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune; Thou find'st to be too busy in some danger. Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down, And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, If damned custom have not braz'd it so, 40 In noise so rude against me? 50 Queen. The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. 60 Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? 1 Sense, feeling. 2 Contraction, i.e. marriage contract. 3 Thought-sick, sick with anxiety. 4 Station, attitude in standing. 5 Batten, grow fat. Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure? Queen. Alas, he's mad! Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by The important' acting of your dread command? O, say! Ghost. Do not forget: this visitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. But, look, amazement on thy mother sits: O, step between her and her fighting soul: Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works: Speak to her, Hamlet. Ham. 110 How is it with you, lady? Queen. Alas, how is 't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy, And with the incorporal air do hold discourse? Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; [And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, Your bedded hair, like life in excrements, Starts up, and stands on end.] O gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper Sprinkle cool patience. 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 That I have utter'd: bring me to the test, virtue; 6 152 For in the fatness of these pursy times 160 Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, And that shall lend a kind of easiness night:] 170 And when you are desirous to be bless'd, [Pointing to Polonius. I do repent: but heaven hath pleas'd it so, 5 Ecstasy, madness. Compost, manure. 7 Curb (Fr. courber), bow. |