That cannot be; since I am still possess'd steel; Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe; All may be well! [Retires and kneels. Enter HAMlet. Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying; I, his sole son, do this same villain send 6 Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge. 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 The King rises and advances. King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. [Exit. SCENE IV. 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 between Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here. Queen. Fear me not-withdraw, I hear him coming. I'll warrant you; [POLONIUS hides himself. Enter HAMLET. Ham. Now, mother; what's the matter? 7 Hold, i. c. purpose. Ham. Mother, you have my father much offended. Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. What's the matter now ? Queen. Have you forgot me? No, by the rood, not so: You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; And,—'would it were not so !-you are my mother. Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can not budge; down; you you You go not, till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you. shall Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder [Falls, and dies. Nay, I know not: Queen. O me, what hast thou done? Ham. Is it the king? [Lifts up the Arras, and draws forth POLONIUS, Queen. , what a rash and bloody deed is this! Ham. A bloody deed;-almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king, and marry with his brother. Queen. As kill a king! Ham. Ay, lady, 't was my word. * Cross. Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! [TO POLONIUS. I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune: If horrid custom have not braz'd it so, In noise so rude against me? Ham. With tristful-visage, as against the doom, Queen. Ah me, what act, That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? 2 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 curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; 'A station like the herald Mercury, + 3 New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, 9 Marriage contract. 1 Sorrowful. 3 Apollo's. To give the world assurance of a man: Here is lows: your husband; like mildew'd ear, a Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten' 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 sense Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err; Could not so mope. O shame! where is thy blush? Queen. Thou turn'st mine eyes 8 O Hamlet, speak no more: into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots, As will not leave their tinct.2 Ham. In an incestuous bed, Queen. Nay, but to live O, speak to me no more; These words, like daggers enter in mine ears: Ham. A murderer, and a villain A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe |