Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart, with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe; All may be well! [Retires, and kneels. Enter HAMLET. • but now, 4tos. * foule, HAM. Now might I do it, pat,* now he is pray ing; And now I'll do't; and so he goes to heaven: * b 1623, 32. I, his sole son, do this same villain send To heaven. Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge. heaven? But, in our circumstance and course of thought, When he is fit and season'd for his passage? Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent:" That would be scann'd] Requires to be fully weighed and considered. bI, his sole son] Such is the reading of the quartos: but foule may be offending, degenerate; though most probably a misprint. hire and salary] A thing, for which from him I might claim a recompense. The quartos read " base, and silly." our circumstance] Measure or estimate of what may have reached us. ehent] Task, undertaking. In the sense of "seise or occupy," the verb occurs in M. for M. "Have hent the gates." IV. 6. Friar Pet. Drunk asleep, is in a drunken sleep. At gaming, swearing; or about some act Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven; The King rises, and advances. KING. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go, SCENE IV. [Exit. Another Room in the same. Enter Queen and POLONIUS. POL. He will come straight. Look, you lay home to him:b Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear with; And that your grace hath screen'd and stood be tween Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here.d Pray you, be round with him. HAM. [Within.] Mother, mother, mother! ⚫ relish of salvation in't] Smack or savour. b lay home to him] pranks too broad] a silence me e'en here] stow myself. Pointedly and closely charge. Open and bold. Without a word more said, here snugly QUEEN. I'll warrant you; Fear me not-withdraw, I hear him coming. [POLONIUS hides himself. (80) Enter HAMLet. HAM. Now, mother; what's the matter? QUEEN. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much of fended. 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. QUEEN. Have you forgot me? What's the matter now? No, by the rood,a not so: HAM. speak. HAM. 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 murder me? Help, help, ho! a POL. [Behind.] What, ho! help! by the rood] From the A. S. rode. crux. a cross. Skinn. See II. H. IV. Shal. III. 2. The quartos and modern editors read "And,-'would it were not so!-you are my mother." 1 Nay, I know not: QUEEN. O me, what hast thou done? HAM: Is it the king? [Lifts up the Arras, and draws forth POLO NIUS. QUEEN. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! HAM. A bloody deed;-almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king, (8) and marry with his brother. QUEEN. As kill a king! НАМ. [TO POLONIUS. I took thee for thy betters;* 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 damned custom have not braz'd it so, QUEEN. What have I done, that thou dar'st wag Such an act, HAM. Proof and bulwark against sense] Against all feeling. H • better, 4to. From the fair forehead of an innocent love, sets, 4tos. And makes a blister there; (83) makes marriage VOWS As false as dicer's oaths: O, such a deed A rhapsody of words: Heaven's face doth glow; With tristful visage, as against the doom, QUEEN. Ah me, what act, That roars so loud, and thunders in the index ? (84) The counterfeit presentment (86) of two brothers. Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, breath, 1623, 32. tracts. b eyes? As from the body of contraction plucks Have you The very soul] Annihilates the very principle of con Heaven's face-Yea this solidity With tristful visage, Is thought-sick at the act.] The face of heaven looks heated, as if abashed; and this massive compound, the earth, with heavy looks, as on the approach of the day of doom, is disquieted and disordered at the thought of what is done. The quartos read, "O'er this solidity, &c. |