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King. With all my heart; and it doth much con
[Exeunt Rosencrantz and GUILDENSTERN. King.
Sweet Gertrude, leave us too :
may of their encounter frankly judge ;
I shall obey yoú :
happy cause Of Hamlet's wildness : so shall I hope, your virtues Will bring him to his wonted way again, To both your honours. Oph.
· Madam, I wish it may.
[Exit Queen. Pol. Ophelia, walk you here :-Gracious, so
please you, We will bestow ourselves : Read on this book ;
[T. OPHELIA. That show of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness. — We are oft to blame in this, 'Tis too much prov'd', - that, . with devotion's
visage, And pious action, we do sugar
o'er The devil himself. King.
O, 'tis too true! how smart A lash that speech doth give my conscience !
2 Too frequent.
The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art,
[ Aside. Pol. I hear him coming ; let's withdraw, my lord.
[Exeunt King and POLONIUS.
Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the question:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
that the dread of something after death,
3 Stir, bustle. 4 Consideration. $ Rudeness.
7 The ancient term for a small dagger.
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn'
Good my lord,
Ham. I humbly thank you ; well.
Oph. My lord,' I have remembrances of yours,
No, not I;
Oph. My honour'd lord, you know right well, you
Ham. Ha, ha! are you honest ?
Ham. That if you be honest, and fair, you should admit nó discourse to your beauty.
Oph, Could beauty, my lord, have better com, merce than with honesty?
Ham. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner debase honesty from what it is, than the
9 Boundary, linits.
force of honesty can translate beauty into his like-' ness; 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 virtue 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 would'st 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, ambisious; 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.
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 ; Nature hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance: 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 al
ready, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.
[Exit HAMLET. Oph. 0, 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, The observ'd of all observers ! quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his musick vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth, Blasted with ecstasy": 0, woe is me! To have seen what I have seen, see what I see !
Re-enter King and POLONIUS. King. Love! his affections do not that way tend; Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little, Was not like madness. There's something in his
soul, O'er which his melancholy sits on brood ; And, I do doubt, the hatch, and the disclose, · Will be some danger : Which for to prevent, I have, in quick determination, Thus set it down; He shall with speed to England, For the demand of our neglected tribute ; Haply, the seas, and countries different, With variable objects, shall expel This something-settled matter in his heart; Whereon his brains still beating, puts him thus From fashion of himself. What think you on 't?
Pol. It shall do well : But yet I do believe, The origin and commencement of his grief Sprung from neglected love. — How now, Ophelia You need not tell us what lord Hamlet said; We heard it all. — My lord, do as you please ;
? Alienation of mind.