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SCENE II.-A room in the castle. Enter King, King. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them Queen, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and Attend

in.

(Exit Polonius. ants.

He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found King. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz, and Guil- | The head and source of all your son's distemper. denstern!

Queen. I doubt, it is no other but the main ; Moreover that we much did long to see you,

His father's death, and our o'er-hasty marriage. The need we have to ase you, did provoke

Re-enter Polonius, with Voltimand and Cornelius. Our hasty sending. Something have you heard Of Hamlet's transformation ; so I call it,

King. Well, we shall sist him.-Welcome, my Since not the exterior nor the inward man

good friends! Resembles that it was: What it should be,

Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway?
More than his father's death, that thus hath put him Volt. Most fair return of greetings, and desires.
So much from the understanding of himseli, Upon our first, he sent out to suppress
I cannot dream of: I entreat you both,

His nephew's levies ; which to him appear'd
That,-being of so young days brought up with him; || To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack ;
And, since, so neighbour'd to his youth and hu- But, better look'd into, he truly found
mour,

It was against your highness: Whereat griev'd, That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court

That so his sickness, age, and impotence, Some little time : so by your companies

Was falsely borne in hand,6--sends out arrests To draw him on to pleasures ; and to gather,

On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys; So much as from occasion you may glean,

Receives rebuke from Norway; and, in fine, Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus,

Makes vow before his uncle, never more That, open'd, lies within our remedy.

To give the assay of arms against your majesty. Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,

Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee ; And, sure I am, two men there are not living, And his commission, to employ those soldiers, To whom he more adheres. If it will please you So levied as before, against the Polack : To show us so much gentry,' and good will, With an entreaty, herein further shown, As to expend your time with us a while,

(Gives a paper For the supply and profit of our hope,

That it might please you to give quiet pass Your visitation shall receive such thanks

Through your dominions, for this enterprise ; As fits a king's remembrance.

On such regards of safety, and allowance, Ros.

Both your majesties

As therein are set down. Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,

King.

It likes us well : Put your dread pleasures more into command And, at our more consider'd time, we'll read, Than to entreaty.

Answer, and think upon this business.
Guil.
But we both obey ;

Mean time, we thank you for your well-took labour :
And here give up ourselves, in the full bent,2 Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together :
To lay our service freely at your feet,

Most welcome home! To be commanded.

[Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. King. Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle Guil

Pol.

This business is well ended. denstern.

My liege, and madam, to expostulate? Queen. Thanks, Guildenstern, and gentle Ro-What majesty should be, what duty is, sencrantz :

Why day is day, night, night, and time is time, And I beseech you instantly to visit

Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. My too much changed son.--Go, some of you,

Therefore,--since brevity is the soul of wit, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, Guil. Heavens make our presence, and our prac-|I will be brief: Your noble son is mad : tices,

Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, Pleasant and helpful to him!

What is't, but to be nothing else but mad? Queen.

Ay, amen!

But let that go.
(Exeunt Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and Queen. More matter, with less art.
some Attendants.

Pol. Madain, I swear I use no art at all.
Enter Polonius.

That he is mad, 'tis true : 'tis true, 'tis pity;

And pity 'tis, 'tis true: a foolish figure; Pol. The embassadors from Norway, my good | But farewell it, for I will use no art. lord,

Mad let us grant him then : and now remains, Are joyfully return'd.

That we find out the cause of this effect; King. Thou still hast been the father of goodOr, rather say, the cause of this defect;

For this effect, defective, comes by cause : Pol. Have I, my lord ? Assure you my good Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. liege,

Perpend. I hold my duty, as I hold my soul,

I have a daughter; have, while she is mine ; Both to my God, and to my gracious king: Who, in her duty and obedience, mark, And I do think (or else this brain of mine Hath given me this : Now gather and surmise. Hunts not the trail of policy so sure

- To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most As it hath us'd to do,) that I have found beautified Ophelia, The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.

That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase ; beautified is a King: 0, speak of that ; that do I long to hear. || vile phrase; but you shall bear. Thus :

Pol. Give first admittance to the embassadors; My news shall be the fruit4 to that great feast.

In her excellent white bosom, these, &c.

Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her? (1) Complaisance. (2) Utmost exertion. (3) Scent. (4) Dessert.

(5) Poland. (6) Imposed on. (7) Discuss.

news.

you think,

Pol. Good madam, stay a while; I will be faith-| Pol. Away, I do beseech you, both away; ful.

I'll board3 him presently :-0, give me leave.Doubt thou, the stars are fire; (Reads.

(Exeunt King, Queen, and Attendants. Doubt, that the sun doth move;

How does my good lord Hamlet ?
Doubt truth to be a liar;

Ham. Well, god-'a-mercy.
But never doubt, I love.

Pol. Do you know me, my lord ?

Ham. Excellent well ; you are a fishmonger. O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I

Pol. Not I, my lord. have not art to reckon my groans; but that I love

Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man. thee best, О most best, believe it. Adieu.

Pol. Honest, my lord?
Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst Ham. Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes,

this machine is to him, Hamlet. || is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me:

Pol. That's very true, my lord. And more above, hath his solicitings,

Ham. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead As they fell out by time, by means, and place, dog, being a god, kissing carrion,

-Have you a All given to mine ear.

daughter? King: But how hath she

Pol. I have, my lord. Receiv'd his love?

Ham. Let her not walk i’the sun : conception' is Pol.

What do you think of me? a blessing; but as your daughter may conceive, 5 King. As of a man faithful and honourable. friend, look to't. Pol. I would fain prove so. But what might

Pol. How say you by that? (Aside.] Still harping

on my daughter :-yet be knew me not at first; he When I had seen this bot love on the wing

said, I was a fishmonger : He is far gone, far gone : (As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that,

and, truly, in my youth I suffered much extremity Before my daughter told me,) what might you, for love; very near this. I'll speak to him again. Or my dear majesty your queen here, think,

What do you read, my lord ? If I had play'd the desk, or table-book ;

Ham. Words, words, words ! Or given my heart a working, mute and dumb;

Pol. What is the matter, my lord? Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;

Ham. Between who? What might you think? no, I went round" to work,

Pol. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. And my young mistress thus did I bespeak;

Ham. Slanders, sir : for the satirical rogue says Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy sphere ; here, that old men have grey beards; that their This must not be: and then I precepts gave her,

faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber, That she should lock herself from his resort, and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful Admit no messengers, receive no tokens. lack of wit, together with most weak hams : All of Which done, she took the fruits of my advice; which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently And he, repulsed (a short tale to make, believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set Fell into a sadness; then into a fast;

down; for yourself, sir, shall be as old as I am, if, Thence to a watch; thence into a weakness ; like a crab, you could go backward. Thence to a lightness; and, by this declension, Pol. Though this be madness, yet there's method Into the madness wherein now be raves,

in it. (Aside.] Will you walk out of the air, my And all we mourn for.

lord? King Do you think, 'tis this?

Ham. Into my grave? Queen. It may be, very likely.

Pol. Indeed, that is out o'the air.--How pregPol. Hath there been such a time (F'd fain know nants sometimes his replies are! a happiness that that,)

often madness hits on, which reason and sanity? That I have positively said, 'Tis so,

could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will When it prov'd otherwise ?

leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of King

Not that I know. meeting between him and my daughter.-My honPol. Take this from this, if this be otherwise : ourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of

(Pointing to his head and shoulder. | you. If circumstances lead me, I will find

Ham. You cannot, sir, take from me any thing Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed

that I will more willingly part withal ; except my Within the centre.

life, except my life, except my life. King:

How may we try it further? Pol. Fare you well, my lord. Pol. You know, sometimes he walks four hours

Ham. These tedious old fools !
together,

Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
Here in the lobby.
Queen.
So he does, indeed.

Pol. You go to seek the lord Hamlet; there he is. Pol. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to

Ros. God save you, sir!

To Polonius. him :

[Exit Polonius. Be you and I behind an arras2 then;

Guil. My honour'd lord! Mark the encounter: if he love her not,

Ros. My most dear lord ! And be not from his reason fallen thereon,

Ham. My excellent good friends! How dost Let me be no assistant for a state,

thou, Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, But keep a farm, and carters.

how do ye both ? King

We will try it.

Ros. As the indifferent children of the earth.

Guil. Happy, in that we are not overhappy; Enter Hamlet, reading.

On fortune's cap we are not the very button. Queen. But look, where sadly the poor wretch Ham. Nor the soles of her shoe? comes reading

Ros. Neither, my lord. (1) Roundly, without reserve. (2) Tapestry. (5) Be pregnant (6) Ready, apt. (3) Accost. (4) Understanding

(7) Soundness of mind.

is not true.

cannot reason.

Ham. Then you live about her waist, or in the forgone all custom of exercises . and, indeed, it middle of her favours

yoes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly Guil. 'Faith, her privates we.

ame, the earth, seems to me a steril promontory; Ham. In the secret parts of fortune? O, most this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this true ; she is a strumpet. What news?

brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof Ros. None, my lord; but that the world is grown Ftted with golden fire, why, it appears no other boncot.

thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation Hum Then is doomsday near: But your news ||of vapours. What a piece of work is man! How

Let me question more in particular : noble in reason! how infinite in faculties ! in form, What have you, my good friends, deserved at the and moving, how express and admirable ! in action, hands of fortune, that she sends you to prison hither. || how like an angel! in apprehensiou, how like a god! Guil. Prison, my lord !

the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! Ham. Denmark's a prison.

And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Ros. Then is the world one.

man delights not me, nor woman neither; though, Ham A goodiy one; in wbich there are many || by your smiling, you seem to say so. confines, wards, and dungeons; Denmark being Ros. My lord, there is no such stuff in my one of the worst.

thoughts. Ros. We think not so, my lord.

Ham. Why did you laugh then, when I said, Ham. Why, then 'tis none to you: for there is || Man delights not me? nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it Ros. To think, my lord, if you delight not in 80: to me it is a prison

man, what lentenl entertainment the players shall Ros. Why, then your ambition makes it one : receive from you: we coted them on the way; and 'tis too narrow for your mind.

bither are they coming, to offer you service. Ham. O God! I could be bounded in a nut- Ham. He that plays the king, shall be welcome; sheil, and count myself a king of infinite space, his majesty shall have tribute of me: the advenwere it not that I have bad dieams.

turous knight shall use his foil, and target: the Guil. Which dreams, indeed, are ambition ; for lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall the very substance of the ambitious is merely the end his part in peace : the clown shall make those shadow of a dream.

laugh, whose lungs are tickled o'the sere; and the Ham A dream itself is but a shadow.

lady shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse Ros. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and || shall halt fort.-What players are they? light a quality, that it is but a shadow's shadow. Ros. Even those you were wont to take such de

Ham. Then are our beggars, bodies: and our light in, the tragedians of the city. monarchs, and outstretch'd beroes, the beygars' Ham. How chances it, they travel ?3 their resishadows: Shall we to the court? for, by my fay, 1dence, both in reputation and profit, was better

both ways. Ros. Guil. We'll wait upon you.

Ros. I think, their inhibition comes by the means Ham. No such matter: I will not sort you with of the late innovation. the rest of my servants; for, to speak to you

like Ham. Do they hold the same estimation they an honest man, I am most dreadfully attended. did when I was in the city ? Are they so followed? But, in the beaten way of friendship, what make Ros No, indeed, they are not. you at Elsinore?

Ham. How comes it? Do they grow rusty? Ros. To visit you, my lord; no other occasion Ros. Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted

Ham. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in pace: But there is, sir, an aiery of children, little thanks: but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, eyases, 4 that cry out on the top of question, and my thanks are too dear, a halfpenny. Were you are most tyrannically clapped fort: these are now not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free the fashion ; and so berattle the common stages (so visitation ? Come, come; deal justly with me: they call them,) that many, wearing rapiers, are come, come; nay, speak.

afraid of goose-quills, and dare scarce come thither. Guil. What sh vuld we say, my lord ?

Ham. What, are they children? who maintains Ham. Any thing-- but to the purpose. You were them? how are they'escoted ?6 Will they pursue sent for; and there is a kind of confession in your the quality? no longer than they can sin? will they looks, which your modesties have not craft enough || not say afterwards, if they should grow themselves to colour: know, the good king and queen have to common players (as it is most like, if their means sent for you.

are no better,) their writers do them wrong, to make Ros. To what end, iny lord?

them exclaim against their own succession? Ham That you must teach me. But let me

Ros. 'Faith, there has been much to do on both conjure you by the rights of our fellowship, by the sides; and the nation holds it no sin, to tarres them consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our on to controversy: there was, for a while, no money ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a bet-bid for argument, unless the poet and the player ter proposer could charge you withal, be even and went to cuft's in the question. direct with me, whether you were sent for, or no? Ham. Is it possible?

Ros. What say you ? (To Guildenstern. Guil. O, there has been much throwing about

Ham. Nay, then I have an eye of you; (Aside.] || of brains. mif you love me, hold not off.

Ham. Do the boys carry it away? Guil My lord, we were sent for.

Ros. Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and Ham I will tell you why ; so shall my anticipa- || his load too.9 tion prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to Ham. It is not very strange; for my uncle is the king and queen moult no eather. I have of king of Denmark, and those, that would make late (but, wherefore, I know not,) lost all my mirth,|| mouths at him while my father lived, give twenty, (1) Spare. (2) Overtook.

(7) Profession. (8) Provoke. (3) Become strollers. (4) Young nestlings. (9) i. e. The globe, the sign of Shakspeare's (5) Dialogue. (6) Paid.

Theatre.

forty, fifty, a hundred ducats a-piece, for his pic- || straight: Come, give us a taste of your quality ; & ture in little.' 'Sblood, there is something in this come, a passionate speech. more than natural, if philosophy could find it out. 1 Play. What speech, my lord ?

Flourish of trumpets within. Ham. I heard thee speak me a speech once,Guil. There are the players.

but it was never acted; or, if it was, not above Ham. Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. once: for the play, I remember, pleased not the Your hands. Come then : the appurtenance of million; 'twas caviare to the general:10 but it was welcome is fashion and ceremony : let me comply2 || (as I received it, and others, whose judgments, in with you in this garb; lest my extent to the players, such matters, cried in the top of mine,) an excelwhich, I tell you, must show fairly outward, should lent play; well digested in the scenes, set down more appear like entertainment than yours. You with as much modesty as cunning. I remember, are welcome : but my uncle-father, and aunt-one said, there were no sallads in the lines, to mother, are deceived.

make the matter savoury; nor no matter in the Guil. In what, my dear lord ?

phrase, that might indite12 the author of affection :13 Ham. I am but mad north-north-west: when the but called it, an honest method, as wholesome as wind is southerly, I know a bawk from a hand-saw. sweet, and by very much more handsome than fine.

One speech in it I chiefly loved : 'twas Æneas' tale Enter Polonius.

to Dido ; and thereabout of it especially, where he Pol. Well be with you, gentlemen!

speaks of Priam's slaughter: If it live in your memoHam. Hark you, Guildenstern ;-and you too; lry, begin at this line ; let me see, let me see ;—at each ear a hearer : that great baby, you see

The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast, there, is not yet out of his swaddling-clouts.

Ros. Happily, he's the second time come to 'tis not so; it begins with Pyrrhus. them; for, they say, an old man is twice a child.

The rugged Pyrrhus,-he, whose sable arms, Ham. I will prophesy, he comes to tell me of the || Black as his purpose, did the night resemble players; mark it.--You say right, sir : o’Monday | When he lay couched in the ominous horse,morning : 'twas then, indeed.

Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd Pol. My lord, I have news to tell you. With heraldry more dismal; head to foot

Ham. My lord, I have news to tell you ; WhenNow is he total gules ;14 horridly trick’d15 Roscius was an actor in Rome,

With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons ; Pol. The actors are come hither, my lord. Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets, Ham. Buzz, buzz !

That lend a tyrannous and

a damned light Pol. Upon my honour,

To their lord's murder : Roasted in wrath, and Ham. Then came each actor on his ass,

fire, Pol. The best actors in the world, either for And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore, tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comi- || With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus cal, historical-pastoral (tragical-bistorical, tragical- || Old grandsire Priam seeks ;—So proceed you. comical-historical-pastoral,] scene individable, or poem unlimited : Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor

Pol. 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken; with good Plautus too light. For the law of writ,) and the accent, and good discretion. liberty, these are the only men.

1 Play. Anon he finds him Ham. O Jephthah, judge of Israel,—what a Striking too short at Greeks ; his antique sword, treasure badst thou !

Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls, Pol. What a treasure had he, my lord ? Repugnant to command: Unequal match'd, Ham. Why-One fair daughter and no more, Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage, strikes wide , The which he loved passing well. But with the whiff and wind

of his fell sword Pol. Still on my daughter.

(Aside. The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium, Ham. Am I not i’the right, old Jephthah? Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top

Pol. If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a Stoops to his base; and with a hideous crash daughter, that I love passing well.

Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for, lo! his sword, Ham. Nay, that follows not.

Which was declining on the milky head Pol. What follows then, my lord ?

of reverend Priam, seem'd i'the air to stick : Ham. Why, As by lot, God wot, and then, you So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood ; know, It came to pass, As most like it was,- The And, like a neutral to his will and matter, first row of the pious chanson4 will show you more;| Did nothing. for look, my abridgment comes.

But, as we often see, against some storm,
Enter four or five Players.

A silence in the heavens, the rackl6 stand still,

The bold winds speechless, and the orb below You are welcome, masters; Welcome, all :- I am|| As hush as death ; anon the dreadful thunder glad to see thee well :--welcome, good friends.-Doth rend the region : So, after Pyrrhus' pause, o, old friend! Why, thy face is valenceds since 1|| A roused vengeance sets him new a-work ; saw thee last; Com'st thou to beardô me in Den-|| And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall mark ?—What! my young lady and mistress ! By'r-|On Mars's armour, forgd for proof eterne, 17 lady, your ladyship is nearer to heaven, than when With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine.? Pray| Now falls on Priam.God, your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, beOut, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods, not cracked with the ring.–Masters, you are all|In general synod, take away her

power ; welcome. We'll e'en to't like French falconers, Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, dy at any thing we see: We'll bave a speech And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven,

As low as to the fiends! (1) Miniature. (2) Compliment. (3) Writing. (4) Christmas carols. (6) Fringed.

(10) Multitude. (11) Above. (12) Convict. (6) Defy. (7) Clog (8) Profession.

(13) Affectation. (14) Red. (15) Blazoned. An Italian dish, made of the roes of fishes. (16) Light clouds. (17) Eternal.

the flames

Pol. This is too long.

Had he the motive and the cue for passion, Ham. It shall to the barber's, with your beard. That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, Priythee, say on :--He's for a jig, or a tale of baw-|| And cleave the general ear with horrid speech; dry, or be sleeps :-say on : come to Hecuba. Make mad the guilty, and appal the free,

Confound the ignorant; and amaze, indeed, 1 Play. But who, ah wo! had seen the mobled!

The very faculties of eyes and ears. queen

Yet I, Ham. The mobled queen?

A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, Pol. That's good; mobled queen is good.

Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, 1 Play. Run barefoot up and down, threaľning | Upon whose property, and most dear life,

And can say nothing ; no, not for a king,

A damn'd defeat4 was made. Am I a coward? With bissonż rheum; a clout upon that head, Vhere late the diadem stood ; and, for a robe,

Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across ? About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins,

Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up;

Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i’the throat, Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd, Ha!

As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this ? 'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pro-Why, I should take it : for it cannot be, nounc'd :

But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall But if the gods themselves did see her then,

To make oppression bitter; or, ere this, When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport

I should have fatted all the region kites In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs ;

With this slave's offal : Bloody, bawdy villain ! The instant burst of clamour that she made (Unless things mortal move them not at all,)

Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless, vil

lain ! İVould have made milch3 the burning eye of Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave; heaven,

That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, .And passion in the gods.

Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, Pol. Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, || Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, and has tears in's eyes. ---Prythee, no more. And fall a cursing, like a very drab,

Ham. 'Tis well ; I'll bave thee speak out the rest |A scullion! of this soon.-- Good my lord, will you see the Fie upon't! foh! About my brains! Humph! I have players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be heard, well used; for they are the abstract, and brief That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, chronicles, of the time; After your death you were | Have by the very cunning of the scene better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report | Been struck so to the soul, that presently while

They have proclaim'd their malefactions; Pol. My lord, I will use them according to their For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak desert.

With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players Ham. Odd's bodikin, man, much better: Use Play something like the murder of my father, every man after his desert, and who shall ’scape Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks ; whipping? Use them after your own honour and || I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench,? dignity: The less they deserve, the more merit is I know my course. The spirit, that I'have seen, in your bounty. Take them in.

May be a devil : and the devil hath power Pol. Come, sirs.

To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and, perhaps, (Exit Polonius, with some of the Players. Out of my weakness, and my melancholy Ham. Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to-||(As he is very potent with such spirits,) Inorrow.-Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you | Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds play the murder of Gonzago?

More relative than this : The play's the thing, 1 Play. Ay, my lord.

Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. Ham. We'll have it to-morrow night. You could,

Exit. for a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which I would set down, and insert in't? could you

not? 1 Play. Ay, my lord.

ACT III. Ham. Very well.- Follow that lord; and look you mock him not. (Exit Player.] My good friends, SCENE 1:- A room in the castle. Entér King, (To Ros. and Guil.) I'll leave you will night: you

Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, and

Guildenstern. are welcome to Elsinore.

Ros. Good my lord ! (Exeunt Ros. and Guil. King. And can you by no drift of conference

Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you :-Now I am alone. Get from him, why he puts on this confusion ;
O, what a rogue

and
peasant

slave am I! Grating so harshly all his days of quiet Is it not monstrous, that this player here,

With turbulent and dangerous lunacy? But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,

Ros. He does confess, he feels himself distracted; Could force his soul so to his own conceit, But from what cause, he will by no means speak. That, from her working, all his visage wann'd; Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,

But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting When we would bring him on to some confession With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing ! Of his true state. For Hecuba!

Queen. Did he receive you well? What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,

Řos. Most like a gentleman. That he should weep for her? What would be do, Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition.

Ros. Niggard of question ; but, of our demands, (1) Muffled. (2) Blind.

(3) Milky. (4) Destruction. (5) Unnatural.

(6) Search his wounds. (7) Shrink or start.

you live.

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