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And now I'll do't;—and so he goes to heaven:
And so am I reveng’d? That would be scann'd:
A villain kills my father; and, for that,
I, his sole son, do this same villain send
To heaven.
Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge.
He took my father grossly, full of bread;
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
And, how his audit stands, who knows, save heaven?
But, in our circumstance and course of thought,
'Tis heavy with him : And am I then reveng'd,
To take him in the purging of his soul,
When he is fit and season’d for his passage ?
Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent:
When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage;
Or in the incestuous pleasures of his bed;
At gaming, swearing; or about some act,
That bath no relish of salvation in't:
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven :
And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black,
As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays:
This physick but prolongs thy sickly days. . [Exit.

The King rises and advances. King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. [Exit. SCENE IV.- Another Room in the same,

Enter Queen and POLONIUS. Pol. He will come straight. Look, you lay home

to him:
Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear with ;
And that your grace hath screen'd and stood between
Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here.
Pray you, be round with him.

Queen. I'll warrant you;
Fear me not :-withdraw, I hear him coming.

[Polonius hides himself.

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Enter HAMLET. Ham. Now, mother; what's the matter? Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. 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. Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet? Ham. What's the matter now? Queen. Have you forgot me?

Ham. 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! .
Ham. How now! a rat?

[Draws. Dead, for a ducat, dead.

[Hamlet makes a pass through the arras. Pol. [Behind.] 0, I am 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 mother, As kill a king, and marry with his brother.

Queen. As kill a king!
Ham. 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 hath not braz’d it so,
That it be proof and bulwark against sense.
Queen. What have I done, that thou dar’st wag thy

In noise so rude against me?

Ham. Such an act,
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.
Calls virtue, hypocrite ; takes off the rose

From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows
As false as dicer's oaths: 0, such a deed,
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul; and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words : Heaven's face doth glow;
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
With tristful visage, as against the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act.

Queen. Ah me, what act,
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?

Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this;
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow:
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury,
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination, and a form, indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man:
This was your husband.-Look you now, what follows:
Here is your husband : like a mildew'd ear, ,
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes ?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten 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, sure, you have,
Else could you not have motion : But, sure, that sense
Is apoplex’d: for madness would not err;

Nor sense to ecstacy was ne'er so thrallid,
But it reserv'd some quantity of choice,
To serve in such a difference. What devil was't,
That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind ?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so mope.
O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame,
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge;
Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
And reason panders will.

Queen. 0 Hamlet, speak no more:
Thou turn’st mine eyes into my very soul;
And there I see such black and grained spots,
As will not leave their tinct.

Ham. Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed;
Stew'd in corruption : honeying, and making love
Over the nasty stye;-

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 :
A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe
Of your precedent lord :-a vice of kings:
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule;
That from a shelf the precious diadein stole,
And put it in his pocket!

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