disfired place 94 Rosencrantz. He does confess he feels himself distracted; Guildenstern. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded, When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state. Queen. Did he receive you well? Rosencrantz. Most like a gentleman. Guildenstern. But with much forcing of his disposition. IC Rosencrantz. Niggard of question, but of our demands slowin Most free in his reply. Queen. To any pastime? Did you assay him by his disposition Towns overtook over reaks my day" Ciq r Rosencrantz. Madam, it so fell out that certain players Polonius. 'Tis most true; And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties To hear and see the matter. King. With all my heart; and it doth much content me To hear him so inclin'd. Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, And drive his purpose on to these delights. King. 2C [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither, Everetty Affront Ophelia. confront 30 Her father and myself, lawful espials, exfials that are We may of their encounter frankly judge, justifes naduers Learn And gather by him, as he is behav'd, Queen. I shall obey you.— And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish That your good beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlet's wildness; so shall I hope your virtues To both your honours. Ophelia. 40 Madam, I wish it may. [Exit Queen.. We will bestow ourselves. [To Ophelia] Read on this book; flue Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this "T is too much prov'd—that with devotion's visage to frequently The devil himself. King. [Aside] O, 't is too true! How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! 50 The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it expared to. f certawty Than is my deed to my most painted word. falis colored emired Polonius. I hear him coming; let 's withdraw, my lord. [Exeunt King and Polonius. Enter HAMLET. Hamlet. To be, or not to be,—that is the question : Nothing wore No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,—'t is a consummation ending. 60 Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,—to sleep,— To sleep! perchance to dream! ay, there's the rub; unfediment is corled around the spirit 70 When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Turmoil, the body With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, Actual cour And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, Ophelia. 7 اللمس dagar. 80 Сплин buowledge. the bay for aly. "Take tright and dis with Carrer": either they have a great deal in there. Good my lord, I pray you, now receive them. Hamlet. I never gave you aught. No, not I; 90 a clear Ophelia. My honour'd lord, I know right well you did; Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. There, my lord. Hamlet. Ha, ha! are you honest? Ophelia. My lord? Hamlet. Are you fair? Ophelia. What means your lordship? 100 Hamlet. That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. Your honour (vrative) Struct so corapul of your bantay Ophelia. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce tercours than with honesty? ΓΙΟ Hamlet. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. Ophelia. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. Hamlet. You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it I loved you not. we shall retain it. : Ophelia. I was the more deceived. 120 Hamlet. Get thee to a nunnery; why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where 's your father? Ophelia. At home, my lord. G 130 "the Hamlet. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in 's own house. Farewell. Ophelia. [Aside] O, help him, you sweet heavens ! Hamlet. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou I charity" shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go; farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too. Farewell. ays. 140 Ophelia. [Aside] O heavenly powers, restore him! Hamlet. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nickname God's misname creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go you to, I'll no more on 't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will reactialy have no more marriages: those that are married already, all you do but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. nunnery, go. To a [Exit. "The insane do it through Ophelia. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! 150 Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, " who sets That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth in di bloom чивалию. To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! Enter KING and POLONIUS. 160 King. Love! his affections do not that way tend; feelings, in Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little, Was not like madness. There's something in his soul |