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What's the matter now?
No, by the rood, not so: 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; 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 !
Pol. [Behind.] What, ho! help!
How now! a rat?
[Draws. Dead, for a ducat, dead.
[HAMLET makes a pass through the Arras. Pol. [Behind.) O, I ain slain.
[Falls, and dies, Queen. O me, what hast thou done? Ham.
Nay, I know not: 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 mo
Queen. As kill a king !
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 shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff; If damned custom have not braz'd it so, That it be proof and bulwark against sense. Queen. What have I done, that thou dar’st wag
Such an act,
Ah me, what act,
Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow:
7 Marriage contract. 8 Sorrowful.
9 Index of contents prefixed to a book. VOL. X.
Hyperion's' curls; the front of Jove himself;
you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten 3 on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it, love : for, at your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; And what judgment Would step from this to this ? Sense,4 sure, you
have, Else, could you not have motion: But, sure, that
Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err ;
2 The act of standing. 3 To grow fat. 4 Sensation, 5 Frenzy.
6 Blindman's-buff. 7 Without 8 Be so stupid.
O shame! where is thy blush ? Rebellious hell,
O Hamlet, speak no more : Thou turn'st mine eyes
my very soul;
Nay, but to live
O, speak to me no more ;
A murderer, and a villain: A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe Of your precedent lord :-a vice 2 of kings: A cutpurse of the empire and the rule ; That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket! Queen.
You heavenly guards !-What would your gracious
Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
Ghost. Do not forget : This visitation
How is it with you, lady?
you do bend your eye on vacancy,
and stands on end. 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.5Do not look upon me; Lest, with this piteous action, you convert My stern effects: then what I have to do
3 Imagination. 4 The hair of animals is excrementitious, that is, without
life or sensation. s Intelligent.