No traveller returns,-puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have. Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; Oph. Good my lord, How does your honor for this many a day? Ham. I humbly thank you, well. Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours, That I have longed long to redeliver: pray you, now receive them. I Ham. I never gave you aught. No, not I; Oph. My honor'd lord, you know right well you did; And with them words of so sweet breath composed, Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. Ham. Ha, ha! are you honest ? Oph. My lord? Ham. Are you fair? Oph. What means your lordship? Enter HAMLET. Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous Fortune; Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And, by opposing, end them?—To die,-to sleep.— For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. Must give us pause. There's the respect, For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, - 1 Stir, bustle. Packs or burdens 2 Consideration, Boundary, limits. No traveller returns,-puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have. Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; Oph. Good my lord, How does your honor for this many a day? Ham. I humbly thank you, well. Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours, That I have longed long to redeliver: I pray you, now receive them. Ham. I never gave you aught. No, not I; Oph. My honor'd lord, you know right well you did; And with them words of so sweet breath composed, Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. Ham. Ha, ha! are you honest? Oph. My lord? Ham. Are you fair? Oph. What means your lordship? Ham. That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty, Oph. Could beauty, my lord. have a better commerce than with honesty? : Ham. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd, than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness this was some time a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. Ham. You should not have believed me; for vir. tue cannot so inoculate our old stock, but we shall relish of it. I loved you not. Oph. I was the more deceived. Ham. Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better my mother had not borne me : I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father? Oph. At home, my lord. Ham. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in 's own house. Farewell. Oph. O, help him, you sweet heavens ! Ham. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry :-be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery; farewell: or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too. Farewell. Oph. Heavenly powers, restore him! Ham. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough: God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another; you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nickname God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance.1 Go to; I'll no more of 't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages: those that are married already, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go. [Exit Hamlet. Oph. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, i. e. you mistake by wanton affectation, and pretend to mistake by ignorance. |