Pol. My Lord, the Queen would speak with you, and presently. Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in shape of a camel? by. Pol. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Ham. Methinks, it is like a weasel. Pol. It is back'd like a weasel. Ham. Or, like a whale? Pol. Very like a whale. Ham. Then will 1 come to my mother by and They fool me to the top of my bent. will come by and by. Pol. I will say so. - I [Exit POLONIUS. Leave me, Ham. By and by is easily said. friends. [Exeunt Ros. GUIL. HOR. &c. 'Tis now the very witching time of uight;" When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world: Now could I drink hot blood, And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on. Soft; now to my mother. O, heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever I will speak daggers to her, but use none; To give them seals never, my soul, consent! [Exit. SCENE III. A Room in the same.. Enter King, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN. King. I like him not; nor stands it safe with us, To let his madness range. Therefore, prepare you; Guil. We will ourselves provide: To keep those many many bodies safe, Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound, For we will fetters put upon this fear, Which now goes too free-footed. Ros, Guil. 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, Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my Liege: I'll call upon you ere you go to bed, And tell you what I know. King. Thanks, dear my Lord. [Exit POLONIUS. And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force, - Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up; Try Try what repentance can: What can it not? Be soft as sinews of the new - born babe; [Retires, and kneels. Enter HAMLET. Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying; I, his sole son, do this same villain send Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge. When he is fit and season'd for his passage? Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent: Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven; sickly 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 be tween Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here. Fear me not: withdraw, I hear him coming. [POLONIUS hides himself. Enter HAMLET. Ham. Now, mother; what's the matter? Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. Ham. Mother, you have my father much of fended. 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? |