My stern effects: then what I have to do actions "Doite theate
Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. wing
Queen. To whom do you speak this?

Hamlet.
Queen. Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.

Do you see nothing there?

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No, nothing but ourselves.
look, how it steals away!

Hamlet. Nor did you nothing hear?
Queen.

Hamlet. Why, look you there!

the My father, in his habit as he liv'd!

form word

Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal !

[Exit Ghost.

Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain;
This bodiless creation ecstasy

Is very cunning in.

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My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful music: it is not madness
That I have utter'd; bring me to the test,
repeat ward And I the matter will re-word, which madness
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul,
That not your trespass but my madness speaks;
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven ;
Repent what 's past, avoid what is to come;
And do not spread the compost on the weeds,
To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue
For in the fatness of these pursy times swelled with frompirien.
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,

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bow by Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.

Queen. O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
Hamlet. O, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half.

Good night but go not to mine uncle's bed ;

Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
Of habits devil, is angel yet in this,

That to the use of actions fair and good
He likewise gives a frock or livery,

lasely Su That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night,
And that shall lend a kind of easiness

To the next abstinence: the next more easy;
For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
And either master the devil, or throw him out
With wondrous potency. Once more, good night:
And when you are desirous to be blest,
I'll blessing beg of you.-For this same lord,

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[Pointing to Polonius.

I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so,
To punish me with this and this with me,
That I must be their scourge and minister.

2. I will bestow him, and will answer well account for
The death I gave him.-So, again, good night.

father.

I must be cruel, only to be kind; natal, to perform my
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
One word more, good lady.

the billing of the being.

What shall I do?

Queen.
Hamlet. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed, bloated
Pinch wanton on your cheek, call you his mouse;
And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,

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soiled with swaks, dirty

Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,

Make you to ravel all this matter out, disentangle.

That I essentially am not in madness,

But mad in craft. 'T were good you let him know;

For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,

Cucers Such dear concernings hide? who would do so.
No, in despite of sense and secrecy,

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Unpeg the basket on the house's top,
Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape,
To try conclusions, in the basket creep,

And break your own neck down.

Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breathe

What thou hast said to me.

Hamlet. I must to England; you know that?
Queen.

I had forgot; 't is so concluded on.

Alack,

Hamlet. There's letters seal'd, and my two schoolfellowsWhom I will trust as I will adders fang'd—

They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,

And marshal me to knavery.

Let it work;

For 't is the sport to have the enginer

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Hoist with his own petar: and 't shall go hard fetard, a case
But I will delve one yard below their mines, filed with explosive
And blow them at the moon. O, 't is most sweet,
materials (8ch)

When in one line two crafts directly meet!
This man shall set me packing;

flat and to go off postrably be

I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.
Mother, good night. Indeed this counsellor
Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave.—
Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.-
Good night, mother.

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[Exeunt severally; Hamlet dragging in Polonius.

SCENE I. A Room in the Castle.

Enter KING, QUEEN, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN.

King. There's matter in these sighs: these profound heaves

You must translate; 't is fit we understand them.

Where is your son?

Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while.

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night!
King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?

Queen. Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend
Which is the mightier; in his lawless fit,
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
Whips out his rapier, cries, ' A rat, a rat!'

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It had been so with us, had we been there;

His liberty is full of threats to all,

To you yourself, to us, to every one.

Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?

It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt, tethered, under.

This mad young man; but so much was our love, publie
We would not understand what was most fit,
But, like the owner of a foul disease,

du To keep it from divulging, let it feed

Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone?
Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd;
O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
Among a mineral of metals base, mine
Shows itself pure. He weeps for what is done.
King. O Gertrude, come away!

The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,
But we will ship him hence; and this vile deed
We must, with all our majesty and skill,
Both countenance and excuse.-Ho, Guildenstern!

Re-enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTern.
Friends both, go join you with some further aid;
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,

And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him.

Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body speak guill
Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.—

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

Come, Gertrude, we 'll call up our wisest friends,
And let them know both what we mean to do
And what's untimely done; so, haply, slander-
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,

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