Pol. 'Tis most true: And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties To hear and see the matter. King. With all my heart, and it doth much content me To hear him so inclin❜d. Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, And drive his purpose into these delights. King. Sweet Gertrude, leave us too, Queen. I shall obey you: And for my part, Ophelia, I do wish To both your honours. Oph. Madam, I wish it may. Gracious, so please ye, We will bestow our felves: read on this book; That fhew of fuch an exercise may colour Your loneliness. We're oft to blame in this, 'Tis too much prov'd, that with devotion's vifage, And pious action we do fuger o'er The devil himself. King. Oh 'tis too true. [Exeunt. How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! [afide. The ! The harlot's cheek beautied with plastring art Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it, Pol. I hear him coming, let's withdraw my lord. [Exeunt all but Ophelia. SCENE II. Enter Hamlet. to fleep Ham. To be, or not to be? that is the question -- To fleep? perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The infolence of office, and the spurns With a bare bodkin? who would fardles bear, + Perhaps fiege, which continues the metaphor of flings, arrows, taking arms; and reprefents the being encompass'd on all fides with troubles. • poor. To groan and sweat under a weary life? Oph. Good my lord, How does your honour for this many a day? Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours, I pray you now receive them. Ham. No, I never gave you ought. [Seeing Oph. Oph. My honour'd lord, I know right well you did, Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind. Ham. Ha, ha! are you honeft? Oph. My lord Ham. Are you fair? Oph. What means your lordship? Ham. That if you be honest and fair, you should admit no discourse to your beauty. VOL. VI. d away. Eee Oph. Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? Ham. Ay truly; for the power of beauty will fooner transform honefty from what it is, to a bawd; than the force of honefty can translate beauty into its likeness. This was fometimes a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe fo. Ham. You fhould not have believed me. For virtue cannot fo innoculate our old stock, but we fhall relifh of it. I lov'd you not. Oph. I was the more deceived, Ham. Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou bea breeder of finners? I am my felf indifferent honeft, but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better my mother had not born 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 fhould fuch fellows as I do crawling between heav'n and earth? we are arrant knaves, 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. Farewel. Oph. Oh help him, you sweet heav'ns! Ham. If thou doft marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Be thou as chafte as ice, as pure as fnow, escape calumny ------ Get thee to a nunnery, thou shalt not farewel---- Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wife men know well enough, what monsters you make of them go------ and quickly too: farewel. Oph. Heav'nly powers! reftore him. To a nunnery Ham. I have heard of your painting too, well enough: God has given you one face, and you make your felf another. You jig, evacuate in the first edition. f I did love you once. 8 pratling you b pace. you amble, and you lifp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonnefs your ignorance. Go, I'll no moré on't, it hath made me mad. I fay, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, fhall live, the reft shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go. [Exit Hamlet. Oph. Oh what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtiers, soldiers, scholars, eye, tongue, sword! Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, Th' observ❜d of all obfervers, quite, quite down! T'have feen what I have feen; see what I fee. Enter King and Polonius. King. Love! his affections do not that way tend, I have in quick determination Thus fet it down. He fhall with fpeed to England, Haply the feas and countries different, With variable objects, shall expel This fomething fettled matter in his heart; Eee 2 Where |