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That cannot be; since I am still possess’d
Of those effects for which I did the murder,
My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen,
May one be pardon'd, and retain the offence ?
In the corrupted currents of this world,
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice;
And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law : But 'tis not so above:
There is no shuffling, there the action lies
In his true nature; and we ourselves compellid,
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
To give in evidence. What then? what rests ?
Try what repentance can : What can it not?
Yet what can it, when one can not repent?
O wretched state! O bosom, black as death!
O limed soul; that struggling to be free,
Art more engag'd! Help, angels, make assay!
Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart, with strings of


Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe;
be well!

[Retires and kneels.

Enter HAMLET. Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying; And now I'll do't; and so he goes to heaven: And so am I reveng'd? That would be scann'd:6 A villain kills my father; and, for that, I, his sole son, do this same villain send To heaven. Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge. He took my father grossly, full of bread; With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; And, how his audit stands, who knows, save heaven? But, in our circumstance and course of thought, * Tis heavy with him: And am I then reveng'd, To take him in the purging of his soul,

s Caught as with bird-lime.

6 Should be considered.


When he is fit and season'd for his passage ?
Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent:7
When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage;
Gaming or swearing :—but my mother stays:
This physick but prolongs thy sickly days. [Exit.

: The King rises and advances. King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain

below : Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go.



Another Room in the same.

Enter Queen and POLONIUS. Pol. He will come straight. Look, you lay home

to him ; Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear

with; And that your grace hath screen’d and stood

Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here.
Pray you, be round with him.

I 'll warrant you ;. Fear me not :-withdraw, I hear him coming.

[Polonius hides himself.

Enter HAMLET. Ham. Now, mother; what's the matter? Queen. Hamiet, thou hast thy father much of


7 Hold, i. c. purpose.

Ham. Mother, you have my father much of

fended. Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle

tongue. Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet ? Ham.

What 's the matter now ? Queen. Have you forgot me? Ham.

No, by the rood , not so: You are the queen, your

husband's brother's wife ; And, -—'would it were not so !-- you

mother, Queen. Nay, then I 'll set those to you that can

speak. Ham. Come, come, and sit

shall down; you

you not budge; You go not, till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part


you. Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder

are my


Help, help, ho!

Pol. [Behind.] What, ho! help!

How now! a rat?

[Draws. Dead, for a ducat, dead.

[HAMLET makes a pass through the Arras. Pol. [Behind.]

O, I am slain.

[Falls, and dies. Queen. O me, what hast thou done? Ham.

Nay, I know not: Is it the king ?

[Lifts up the Arras, and draros forth POLONIUS, Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this ! Ham. A bloody deed ;-almost as bad, good

As kill a king, and marry with his brother.

Queen. As kill a king!

Ay, lady, 't was my word.

8 Cross.

Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!

[T. POLONIUS. I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune: Thou find'st, to be too busy, is some danger.Leave wringing of your hands: Peace; sit you down, And let me wring your heart : for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff; If horrid custom have not braz'd it so, That it be proof and bulwark against sense. Queen. What have I done, that thou dar’st wag

thy tongue In noise so rude against me ? Ham.

Such an act, That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister, there ; makes marriage vows As false as dicers' oaths: 0, such a deed As from the body of contraction ' plucks The very soul; and sweet religion makes A rhapsody of words : Heaven's face doth glow; Yea, this solidity and compound mass, With tristful'-visage, as against the doom, Is thought-sick at the act. Queen.

Ah me, what act, That roars so loud, and thunders in the index ? ?

Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's 3 curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye-like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal,

9 Marriage contract,

i Sorrowful,
2 Index of contents prefixed to a book.
3 Apollo's. 4 The act of standing

you now, what fol


To give the world assurance of a man :
was your

husband. - Look

lows: Here is your husband ; like a mildew'd ear, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes ? Could


on this fair mountain leave to feed, And båtten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes ? . You cannot call it, love: for, at your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, it 's humble, And waits upon the judgment; And what judgment Would step from this to this? Sense“, sure, you

have, Else, could you not have motion : But, sure, that Is apoplex'd : for madness would not err; Nor sense to ecstasy' was ne'er so thrall'd, But it reserv'd some quantity of choice, To serve in such a difference. What devil was 't, That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind ? : Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans o all, Or but a sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope.' O shame! where is thy blush ? Queen.

O Hamlet, speak no more : Thou turn'st mine


And there I see such black and grained spots,
As will not leave their tinct. 2

Nay, but to live
In an incestuous bed,

O, speak to me no more;
These words, like daggers enter in mine ears :
No more, sweet Hamlet.

A murderer, and a villain : A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe Of your precedent lord :--a vice 3 of kings : s Grow fat.

6 Sensation, ? Frenzy. 8 Blindman's-buff. 9 Without. 1 Be so stupid. 2 Colour.

3 Mimick.

my very soul;

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