speak : But, what we do determine, oft we break. Of violent birth, but poor validity: Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree; To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt: e passion ending, doth the purpose lose. But, orderly to end where I begun,- Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own: But die thy thoughts, when thy first lord is dead. P. Queen. Nor earth to give me food, nor heaven light! Sport and repose lock from me, day and night! Ham. If she should break it now,- [To Oph. P. King. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here a while; My spirits grow doll, and fain I would beguile This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king. Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen. Ham. It would cost you a groaning, to take off my edge. Oph. Still better, and worse. Ham. So you mistake your husbands.-Begin, murderer;-leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come ; -The croaking raven Doth bellow for revenge. Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing; Confederate season, else no creature seeing; [Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears. Ham. He poisons him i'the garden for his estate. His name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and written in very choice Italian: You shall see anon, how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. Oph. The king rises. Ham. What! frighted with false fire? Queen, How fares my lord? Pol. Give o'er the play. King. Give me some light :-away! Pol. Lights, lights, lights! [Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio Ham. Why, let the strucken deer go weep, For some must watch, while some must sleep: Thus runs the world away. Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers" (if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk' with me,) with two Provencial roses on my razed' shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry1a of players, sir? Hor. Half a share. Ham. A whole one, I. For thou dost know, O Damon dear, Of Jove himself; and now reigns here Hor. You might have rhymed. Ham. O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pound. Didst perceive? Hor. Very well, my lord. Ham. Upon the talk of poisoning, Hor. I did very well note him. Ham. Ah, ha!-Come, some music; come, the recorders." (7) This is a proverbial saving. (8) Curse. (9) For his head. (10) Change conditions. (12) Pack, company. (11) Slashed. (13) A kind of flute. I or if the king like not the comedy, Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Come, some music. Guil. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you. Ham. Sir, a whole history. Guil. The king, sir,—— Ham. Ay, sir, what of him? tages, with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most cloquent music. Look you, these are the stops. Guil. But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmon; I have not the skill. Ham. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops: you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and Guil. Is, in his retirement, marvellous distem- there is much music, excellent voice, in this little pered. Ham. With drink, sir? Guil. No, my lord, with choler. Ham. Your wisdom should show itself more richer, to signify this to the doctor; for, for me to put him to his purgation, would, perhaps, plunge him into more choler. Guil. Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair. Ham. I am tame, sir :-pronounce. Guil. The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you. Ham. You are welcome. Guil. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's coinmandment: if not, your pardon, and my return, shall be the end of my business. Ham. Sir, I cannot. Guil. What, my lord? Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased: But, sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command; or, rather, as you say, my mother: therefore no more, but to the matter: My mother, you say, Ros. Then thus she says; Your behaviour hath struck her into amazement and admiration. Ham. O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother!-But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration? impart. Ros. She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you go to bed. Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any further trade with us? Ros. My lord, you once did love me. Ham. And do still, by these pickers and stealers. Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you do, surely, but bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend. Ham. Sir, I lack advancement. Ros. How can that be, when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark? Ham. Ay, sir, but, While the grass grows,-the proverb is something musty. Enter the Players, with recorders. O, the recorders :-let me see one.-To withdraw with you:-Why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? Guil. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly. Ham. I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe? Guil. My lord, I cannot. Ham. I pray you. Guil. Believe me, I cannot. Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord. (1) Par Dieu. (2) Business. (3) Hands. organ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. I out Contagion to this world: Now could I drink bot blood, And do such business as the bitter day I will speak daggers to her, but use none; King. I like him not; nor stands it safe with us, Guil. Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound, (7) Authority to put them in execution. (8) Lunacies. With all his crimes broad-blown, as flush as May; We will haste us. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Enter Polonius. Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet: Behind the arras' I'll convey myself, To hear the process; I'll warrant, she'll tax him home : And, as you said, and wisely was it said, 'Tis meet, that some more audience, than a mother, Thanks, dear my lord. (Exit Polonius. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up; Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe ; Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent:" Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven The King rises and advances. [Exit. Ham. Mother, you have my father much offended. Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. What's the matter now? 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? [Retires and kneels. Help, help, ho! Enter Hamlet. How now! a rat? [Draws. Pol. [Behind.] What, ho! help! [Hamlet makes a pass through the arras Pol. [Behind.] O, I am slain. [Falls, and dies.. Nay, I know not; Queen. O me, what hast thou done? Ham. Is it the king? [Lifts up the arras, and draws forth Polonius.. (5) Reward. (6) Seize him at a more horrid time. (7) Cross. Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! As kill a king, and marry with his brother. And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame, O, Hamlet, speak no more: Ay, lady, 'twas my word.-Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune: And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, If damned custom have not braz'd it so, That it be proof and bulwark against sense. Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed13 bed; Stew'd in corruption; honeying and making love Over the nasty sty ;Queen. O, speak to me no more; These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears: No more, sweet Hamlet. Ham. A murderer, and a villain: Queen. What have I done, that thou dar'st wag A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe thy tongue In noise so rude against me? Ham. A rhapsody of words: Heaven's face doth glow: Queen. Where every god did seem to set his seal, Of your precedent lord :—a vice' of kings: Queen. Ham. No more. Enter Ghost. Of shreds and patches: A king Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards!-What would your gracious figure? Queen. Alas, he's mad. Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, Ghost. Do not forget: This visitation Ham. How is it with you, lady? Queen. Alas, how is't with you, This was your husband.-Look you now, what fol- And with the incorporal air to hold discourse? lows: Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err; O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, (1) Marriage-contract. (2) Sorrowful. (5) The act of standing. (6) To grow fat. (7) Sensation. (3) Frenzy. (9) Blindman's buff. (10) Without. Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; he glares! His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, My father, in his habit as he liv'd? Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal! [Exit Ghost. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain: (11) Be so stupid. (12) Colour. (13) Greasy. (14) Mimic. (15) Imagination. (16) The hair of animals is excrementitious, that is, without life or sensation. (17) Intelligent. (18) Actions. (19) Perhaps This bodiless creation ecstasy1 Is very cunning in. Ham. Ecstacy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it,) And live the purer with the other half. That monster, custoin, who all sense doth eat To the next abstinence; the next more easy: The death I gave him. So, again, good night!- Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.- Let the birds fly; and, like the famous ape, And break your own neck down. I had forgot 'tis so concluded on. Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd,' I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room:→→ [Exeunt severally; Hamlet dragging in ACT IV. SCENE 1.-The same. Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. King. There's matter in these sighs; these profound heaves; You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them s Where is your son? Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while. [To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, who go out. Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night! King. What, Gertrude? how does Hamlet? Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both contend Which is the mightier: In his lawless fit, King. O heavy deed! But, like the owner of a foul disease, Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of Both countenance and excuse.-Ho! Guildenstert., breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breathe What thou hast said to me. Ham. I must to England; you know that? Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Friends both, go join you with some further aid: Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him: Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body Queen. Alack, (11) Company. VOL. II. (9) Having their teeth. (10) Blown up with his own bomb. (12) Mine. 3 Y |