rudely, coarsely 80 He took my father grossly, full of bread, asub for adjective prime gross = unprepared as we are placed and as we have fo And how his audit stands who knows save heaven? Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent: urs, hold . Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, 90 Exit. is whe مسته King. [Rising] My words fly up, my thoughts remain be which wh low; Words without thoughts never to heaven go. [Exit. delays. SCENE IV. The Queen's Closet. Enter QUEEN and POLONIUS. Polonius. He will come straight. Look you lay home to him; Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with, unrestrained Much heat and him. I'll silence me even here. Hamlet. [Within] Mother! mother! mother! buld be blouse: Списав Эльга би natumat of a fit if late I'll warrant you; Fear me not. Withdraw, I hear him coming. [Polonius hides behind the arras Enter HAMLET. Hamlet. Now, mother, what 's the matter? Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. ΙΟ Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. not serious. Queen. Have you forgot me? tassa What's the matter now? No, by the rood, not so: cuss. You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; Queen. Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak. 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, help, ho! 20 Polonius. [Behind] What, ho! help, help, help! dead! Polonius. [Behind] O, I am slain! Queen. O me, what hast thou done? Is it the king? [Falls and dies. Nay, I know not; Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! Hamlet. A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king, and marry with his brother. Queen. As kill a king! Hamlet. 30 Ay, lady, 't was my word.- Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! - منهما Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger. Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down. If it be made of penetrable stuff, If damned custom have not braz'd it so That it is proof and bulwark against sense. Queen. What have I done, that thou darest wag thy In noise so rude against me? Hamlet. ว 40 Alluding to the wastin mauching marriage contrast And sets a blister there, makes marriage-vows Qucen. sick with sorrow, Ay me, what act, That roars so loud and thunders in the index? she a table contents, or prefar. // Hamlet. Look here, upon this picture, and on this, attitude in standing See, what a grace was seated on this brow: This was your husband. Look you now, what follows: 60 Su gereph's dream Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? frobissue The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, 117 70 Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have, susures percepti Else could you not have motion; But sure, that sense faralysed Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err, What devil was 't عمل مسلمين الله منا That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind? blind man's buffy - Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Or but a sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope. 80 " besostafice. In the Tempest theresaves And reason panders will. منا planning youth to panders to appetità- And there I see such black and grained spots dyed desk toyed is gra As will not leave their tinct. Hamlet. Stew'd in corruption,— Queen. These words like daggers Hamlet. give of their dye. O, speak to me no more; A murtherer and a villain; A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe in the old fer of your precedent lord; a vice of kings; the clown Hamlet. A king of shreds and patches, f Enter Ghost. Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards!-What would your gracious figure? Hamlet. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, O, say! Ghost. Do not forget. This visitation as totime 3 But, look, amazement on thy mother sits: bewilderment nation Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. Hamlet. How is it with you, lady? 177 Queen. Alas, how is 't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy I 10 And with the incorporal air do hold discourse? inmaterial Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, gay plant Your bedded hair, like life in excrements excreneusies, but gemide Starts up, and stands an end. O gentle son, the hair & nail wie Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do Hamlet. On him, on him! Look you, how pale he His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, Would make them capable.-Do not look upon me; susception Lest with this piteous action you convert |