well used; for they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time. After your death you were better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you live. Po. My lord, I will use them according to their desert. Ham. Odd's bodikin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in. Po. Come, sirs. [Exit Polonius, with some of the Players. Ham. Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play tomorrow. Dost thou hear me, old friend? can you play the murder of Gonzago? 1 Play. Ay, my lord. Ham. We'll have it to-morrow night. You could, for a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which I would set down, and insert in 't; could you not? 1 Play. Ay, my lord. Ham. Very well.-Follow that lord; and look you mock him not. [Exit Player.] My good friends, [to Ro. and Guil.] I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ro. Good my lord! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, good bye to you. Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, A oroken voice, and his whole function suiting What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion, That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear1 with horrid speech; A damn'd defeat 2 was made. Am I a coward? As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? 1 i. e. the ear of all mankind. Destruction. Why, I should take it; for it cannot be, lain! Why, what an ass am 1! This is most brave; That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, And fall a cursing, like a very drab, A scullion! Fie upon 't! foh! About my brains! Humph! I That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak players Play something like the murder of my father Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick: if he do blench,3 1 Unnatural. 3 Shrink or start. 2 Search his wounda 'To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and, perhaps, (As he is very potent with such spirits) [Exit. ACT III. Enter KING, SCENE I. A room in the castle. QUEEN, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSEN. King. And can you, by no drift of conference, Ro. He does confess, he feels himself distracted; But from what cause he will by no means speak. Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded; But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof, When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state. Queen. Did he receive you well? Ro. Most like a gentleman. Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition. Ro. Niggard of question; but, of our demands, Most free in his reply. Queen. To any pastime ? Did you assay him Ro. Madam, it so fell out, that certain players 1 We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him; And there did seem in him a kind of joy Po. 'Tis most true; And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties To hear and see the matter. King. With all my heart; and it doth much content me To hear him so inclined. Good gentlemen, give him a farther edge, And drive his purpose on to these delights. King. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither; Her father and myself, lawful espials,3 Will so bestow ourselves, that, seeing, unseen, And gather by him, as he is behaved, 1 Overtook. 2 Meet. 3 Spies. |