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A cutpurse of the empire and the rule;
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
And put it in his pocket!


No more.

A king

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Enter Ghost.
Of shreds and patches :
Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,
You heavenly guards! - What would your gracious

Queen. Alas, he's mad.

Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by
The important acting of your dread command ?
O, say!

Ghost. Do not forget : This visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But, look! amazement on thy mother sits :
O, step between her and her fighting soul;
Conceit 4 in weakest bodies strongest works ;
Speak to her, Hamlet.

How is it with you, lady?
Queen. Alas, how is 't with you ?

do bend your eye on vacancy,
And with the incorporal air do hold discourse ?
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,
Your bedded hair starts up. O gentle son,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look ?
Ham. 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 ; Lest with this piteous action, you convert

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My stern effects 6: then what I have to do
Will want true colour ; tears, perchance, for

Queen. To whom do you speak this?


you see nothing there? Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I see. Ham. Nor did you nothing hear? Queen.

No, nothing, but ourselves. Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it steals My father, in his habit as he liv'd! Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal!

[Exit Ghost. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain : This bodiless creation ecstasy? Is very cunning in.

Ham. Ecstasy!
My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful musick : It is not mad.

That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,
And I the matter will re-word; which madness
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul,
That not your trespass but my madness speaks :
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place;
Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
And do not spread the composts on the weeds,
To make them ranker. Forgive me this my vire

For in the fatness of these pursy times,
Virtue itself of yice must pardon beg:
Yea, curbs and woo, for leave to do him good.
Queen. 0 Hamlet:! thou hast cleft my heart in


6 Actions, VOL. X.

7 Frenzy.

8 Manure.

9 Bend.


Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half.
Good night: but go not to my uncle's bed;
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil, is angel yet in this ;
That to the use of actions fair and good
He likewise gives a frock, or livery,
That aptly is put on: Refrain to-night ;
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence : the next more easy :
For 'use almost can change the stamp of nature,
And either curb the devil, or throw him out
With wondrous potency. Once more, good night!
And when you are desirous to be bless'd,
I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,

[Pointing to POLONIUS.
I do repent : But heaven hath pleas'd it 80,-
To punish me with this, and this with me,
That I must be their scourge and minister.
I will bestow him, and will answer well
The death I gave him. So, again, good night!
I must be cruel, only to be kind :
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.-
But one word more, good lady.

What shall I do?
Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you

do: Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;

And let him for a pair of wanton kisses, · Make


to ravel all this matter out,
That I essentially am not in madness,
But mad in craft. 'Twere good, you let him

For who, that's but a queen, fair, Isober, wise,
Would from a paddock", from a bat, a gib”,
Such dear concernings hide? who would do so?


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No, in despite of sense, and secrecy,
Unpeg the basket on the house's top,
Let the birds fly; and, like the famous ape,
To try conclusions », in the basket creep,
And break your own neck down.
Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of

And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.

Ham. I must to England; you know that?

I had forgot ; 'tis so concluded on.
Ham. There's letters seald: and my two school-

fellows, Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd 4,"They bear the mandate ; they must sweep my way, And marshal me to knavery: Let it work ; For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petars: and it shall go hard, But I will delve one yard below their mines, And blow them at the moon : 0, 'tis most sweet, When in one line two crafts directly meet. This man shall set me packing, I'll lug the body to the neighbour room :Mother, good night. - Indeed, this counsellor Is now most still, most secret, and most grave, Who was in life a foolish prating knave. Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you : Mother, good night.

[Exeunt severally; Hamlet dragging in


• Experiments.

4 Having their teeth. s Blown up with his own bomb.

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King. There's matter in these sighs ; these pro

found heaves; You must translate : 'tis fit we understand them : Where is your son ? Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while. [To RosENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN,

who go out. Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night!

King. What, Gertrude ? How does Hamlet?
Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both

Which is the mightier: In his lawless fit,
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
Whips out his rapier, cries, A rat! a rat!
And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
The unseen good old man.

O heavy deed!
It had been so with us, had we been there :
His liberty is full of threats to all ;
To you yourself, to us, to every one.
Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd ?
It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of

haunt', This mad young man: but, so much was our love, We would not understand what was most fit; But, like the owner of a foul disease, To keep it from divulging, let it feed

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