He took my father grossly, full of bread, With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent: Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. 80 90 [Exit. King. [Rising] My words fly up, my thoughts remain be low; Words without thoughts never to heaven go. [Exit. SCENE IV. The Queen's Closet. Enter QUEEN and POLONIUS. Polonius. He will come straight. Look you lay home to him; Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with, Hamlet. [Within] Mother! mother! mother! I'll warrant you; Fear me not. Withdraw, I hear him coming. [Polonius hides behind the arras. Enter HAMLET. Hamlet. Now, mother, what 's the matter? Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. Hamlet. Queen. Have you forgot me? 10 What's the matter now? No, by the rood, not so : You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; Queen. Nay, then, I 'll set those to you that can speak. Hamlet. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge: You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you. Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murther me? Help, help, ho! 20 Polonius. [Behind] What, ho! help, help, help! Hamlet. [Drawing] How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, [Makes a pass through the arras. dead! Polonius. [Behind] O, I am slain ! Queen. O me, what hast thou done? Hamlet. Is it the king? [Falls and dies. Nay, I know not; Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! Hamlet. A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king, and marry with his brother. Queen. As kill a king! Hamlet. 30 Ay, lady, 't was my word.— Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger. Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down, If it be made of penetrable stuff, If damned custom have not braz'd it so That it is proof and bulwark against sense. Queen. What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me? Hamlet. A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow, With tristful visage, as against the doom, Is thought-sick at the act. Queen. Ay me, what act, That roars so loud and thunders in the index? Hamlet. Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, This was your husband. Look you now, what follows: Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, 40 50 Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, 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 O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious heli, And reason panders will. Queen O Hamlet, speak no more; As will not leave their tinct. Hamlet. Stew'd in corruption,— Queen. Nay, but to live O, speak to me no more; These words like daggers enter in mine ears: No more, sweet Hamlet! Hamlet. A murtherer and a villain ; A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings; Hamlet. A king of shreds and patches,— Enter Ghost. Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards!-What would your gracious figure? Queen. Alas! he 's mad! Hamlet. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, The important acting of your dread command? Ghost. Do not forget. This visitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. Hamlet. How is it with you, lady? Queen. Alas, how is 't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy And with the incorporal air do hold discourse? 100 120 Hamlet. On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares! His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, Would make them capable.-Do not look upon me; |