Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege: I'll call upon you ere you go to bed,

And tell you what I know.

King.

Thanks, dear my lord.

[Exit Polonius. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal, eldest curse upon 't;A brother's murder! Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will: My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood? Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy, But to confront the visage of offence?

And what's in prayer, but this twofold force ;-
To be forestalled ere we come to fall,

Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up;
My fault is past: but, O, what form of prayer
Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder !—
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 compell'd,
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 cannot repent?
O wretched state! O bosom, black as death!
O limed soul, that, struggling to be free,

Art more engaged! Help, angels, make assay!
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.

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 revenged? That would be scann'd: 1 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 revenged,

1 Should be considered.

To take him in the purging of his soul,
When he is fit and season'd for his passage?
No.

Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent:1
When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage;
Or in the incestuous pleasures of his bed;
At gaming, swearing; or about some act
That has no relish of salvation in 't ;

Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
And that his soul may be as damn'd and black
As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays:
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.

The King rises, and advances.

[Exit.

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 POLONIVS.

Po. He will come straight. Look, you lay home

to him:

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

1 Seisure, surprisal.

And that your grace hath screen'd and stood be

tween

Much heat and him. I'll silence me ev'n here.

Pray you, be round with him.

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?

Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.

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?

No, by the rood,1 not so:

Queen. Have you forgot me? Ham. 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 speak.

Ham, Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge;

1 Cross.

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!

Po. [behind.] What, ho! help!

Ham. How now! a rat? [draws.] Dead, for a ducat, dead.

[Hamlet makes a pass through the arras. Po. [behind.] O, I am slain. [falls, and dies. O me, what hast thou done? Nay, I know not:

Queen.
Ham.

Is it the king?

[lifts up the arras, and draws forth Polonius. Queen. O, 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, 'twas my word.Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!

[to 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 shali,

If it be made of penetrable stuff;

If damned custom have not brazed it so,

That it be proof and bulwark against sense.