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The unnerv'd father falls. Then senseless Iliuni,
Seeming to feel this blow, with faming top
Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear; for, lo! his sword,
Which was declining on the milky head white
Of reverend Priam, seein'd i' the air to stick :
So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood,
And, like a neutral to his will and matter, tabuiny zo futre les conse tied
inliff ment .
But, as we often see, against some storm,
A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still, zusso Iehored 470
The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder air. "The
Doth rend the region; so, after Pyrrhus' pause,
Aroused vengeance sets him new a-work,
And never did the Cyclops' hammers fal!
On Mars's armour forg'd for proof eterne to stand Worry aternelle.
With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
Now falls on Priam.
Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods,
In general synod, take away her power ;
Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,
And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven
As low as to the fiends !
Polonius. This is too long.
Hamlet. It shall to the barber's, with your beard.—Prithee,
facet women say on :-he 's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps.
'valbard Say on; come to Hecuba.
muffled i Player. But who, 0, who had seen the mobled queen-
Hamlet. “The mobled queen ?
Polonius. That 's good; ‘mobled queen’ is good.
i Player. Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flames
Weedly laro With bisson rheum ; a clout about that head
boom e Jueblend Where late the diadem stood ; and for a robe,
About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins,
A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up;
Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd,
'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounc'd :
But if the gods themselves did see her then,
When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
Cutthey faces In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs,
The instant burst of clamour that she madeUnless things mortal move them not at allWould have made milch the burning eyes of heaven quella fureza teretna And passion in the gods. Sorrow. „Polonius. Look, whether he has not turned his colour and has tears in 's eyes.—Pray you, no more.
Hamlet. 'T is well, I 'll have thee speak out the rest soon. -Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed ? bogea Do you hear, let them be well used, for they are the abstract geome and brief chronicles of the time ; after your death you were sindira better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
Polonius. My lord, I will use them according to their desert.
Hamlet. God's bodykins, man, much better! Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping ? Use them after your own honour and dignity ; the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in.
Polonius. Come, sirs.
Hamlet. Follow him, friends; we 'll hear a play to-morrow. [Exit Polonius with all the Players but the First.] Dost thou hear me, old friend ; can you play the Murther of Gonzago ?
1 Player. Ay, my lord.
Hamlet. We'll ha 't to-morrow night. You could, for a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which I would set down and insert in 't, could you not?
1 Player. Ay, my lord.
Hamlet. Very well. Follow that lord ; and look you mock him not.-[Exit Player.] My good friends, I 'll leave you till night; you are welcome to Elsinore.
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Rosencrantz. Good my lord !
Hamlet. Ay, so, God be wi' ye !—[Exeunt Rosencrantz and
Guildenstern.] Now I am alone.
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
Is it not monstrous that this player here,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, rsela
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Could force his soul so to his own conceit “Cemente ris rod m
That from her working all his visage wann'd, here arian Babero
Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect,
A broken voice, and his whole function suiting active 540
With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing !
For Hecuba! Cinceptions a dee ebaracter.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her ? What would he do,
Had he the motive and the cue for passion
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears
And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,
Make mad the guilty and appal the free, free free fala wasanit
Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed bleunt faaluga
The very faculties of eyes and ears.
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, there
het heary, umesolute Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, harrin
- Ал ее. And can say nothing ; no, not for a king,
ing 2 red cause yangu Upon whose property and most dear life
A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward ? Mechaning Meifer Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across ? in the whole
Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face?
Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i’ the throat,
As deep as to the lungs ? who does me this?
'Swounds, I should take it; for it cannot be
But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall fyers were suffered court
To make oppression bitter, or ere this
Whave any qale
I should have fatted all the region kites
With this slave's offal. Bloody, bawdy villain !
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain !
O vengeance !
Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
That I, the son of a dear father murther’d,
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, wulvad (
And fall a-cursing, like a very drab,
A scuilion !
Fie upon 't! foh! About, my brain! I have heard
That guilty creatures sitting at a play
Have by the very cunning of the scene
Been struck so to the soul that presently
They have proclaim'd their malefactions;
For murther, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players
Play something like the murther of my father
Before mine uncle : I'll observe his looks;
I'll tent him to the quick : if he but blench, Hunel atadt.
I know my course. The spirit that I have seen
May be the devil ; and the devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape ; yea, and perhaps
Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
As he is very potent with such spirits,
Abuses me to damn me. I 'll have grounds
More relative than this ; the play 's the thing to the fupe, eriliser
Wherein I 'll catch the conscience of the king. V [Exit
SCENE I. A Room in the Castle.
Enter King, QUEEN, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ,
King. And can you, by no drift of circumstance, lura, fuzing
Get from him why he puts on this confusion, the drops":
Grating so harshly all his days of quiet vexing.
"Salmeed to With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
re you a Heen. T