White The unnerv'd father falls. Then senseless Ilium, taking لمیه 460 Cutie the contest that which be intrunk who will one. But, as we often see, against some storm, шаю to stand blows sternally. Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods, Polonius. This is too long. 480 Hamlet. It shall to the barber's, with your beard.-Prithee, say on :—he 's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps.— Say on; come to Hecuba. 1 Player. But who, O, who had seen the mobled queen- Polonius. That's good; 'mobled queen' is good. I Player. Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flames 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; 490 Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd, When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport cutting Opies In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs, The instant burst of clamour that she madeUnless things mortal move them not at all— 500 Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven will giving, a metipen And passion in the gods. Sorrow. has tears in 's eyes.-Pray you, no more. Hamlet. 'Tis well, I'll have thee speak out the rest soon. -Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? woged Do you hear, let them be well used, for they are the abstract efte and brief chronicles of the time; after your death better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. Polonius. My lord, I will use them according to their desert. you were 513 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? I Player. Ay, my lord. 522 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. 530 Rosencrantz. Good my lord! 91 Hamlet. Ay, so, God be wi' ye!—[Exeunt Rosencrantz and O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! (Se But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, action 540 That he should weep for her? What would he do, 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 from quilt invent Yet I, 550 A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, شا honey, unresolute Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, at the cause And can say nothing; no, not for a king, king Upon whose property and most dear life rein A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Maling defeat Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? - the who France" Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, jus 'Swounds, I should take it; for it cannot be With this slave's offal. Bloody, bawdy villain! unnatural Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! O vengeance! Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, 570 Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, unload (Sch) And fall a-cursing, like a very drab, A scullion! Fie upon 't! foh! About, my brain! I have heard Have by the very cunning of the scene For murther, though it have no tongue, will speak 580 Play something like the murther of my father With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick if he but blench, le start. May be the devil; and the devil hath power Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. 590 the furpose, |