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Pol. 'Tis most true:
King. With all my heart, and it doth much content me
may of their encounter frankly judge,
Queen. I shall obey you:
Pol. Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please ye,
King. Oh 'tis too true.
The harlot's cheek beautied with plastring art
[Exeunt all but Ophelia. SC E N E II.
Ham. To be, or not to be? that is the question
+ Perhaps siege, which continues the metaphor of flings, arrows, taking arms; and represents the being encompass’d on all sides with troubles.
To groan and' sweat under a weary life?
Oph. Good my lord,
Ham. I humbly thank you; well,
Opb. My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
Oph. My honour'd lord, I know right well you did,
Ham. Ha, ha! are you honest?
Ham. That if you be honest and fair, you should admit no discourse to your beauty. Vol. VI. Еее
Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty
Ham. Ay truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is, to a bawd; than the force of hoaesty can translate beauty into its likeness. This was sometimes 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 innoculate our old stock, but we shall relish of it. "I loy'd
Oph. I was the more deceived.
Ham. Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou bea breeder of finners? I am my self indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better my mother had not born me.
I ain 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 should such fellows as I do crawling between heav'n and earth ? we are arrant knaves, believe none of us ------ Go thy ways to a nunnery
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 bim, you sweet heav'ns!
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, ----- farewel Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for. wise men know well enough, what monsters you make of them ------To a nunpery go and quickly too: farewel.
Oph. Heav'nly powers! restore him.
Ham. I have heard of your & painting-too, well enough: God has given you one" face, and you make yourself another. You-jigs
you evacuate in the first edition.
f I did love you once.
you amble, and you lisp, and nick-hame God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go, I'll no more on't, it hath made me mad. I fay, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, shall live, the rest 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, tongae, sword! Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, Th’ observd of all observers, quite, quite down! I am of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the hony of his musick vows: Now see that noble and moft fovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled out of tune, and harsh; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth, Blasted with ecstasie. Oh woe is me! T'have feen what I have feen; see what I see.
Ś C É N E III.
Enter King and Polonius.