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and your

Where lore is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Ham. O, but she'll keep her word.
Where little fears grow great, great love grows

King. Have you heard the argument? Is there there.

no offence in't? P. King. 'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and Ham. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest ; shortly too ;

no offence i'the world. My operant' powers their functions leave to do: King. What do you call the play? And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, Ham. The Mouse-trap.6 Marry, how? TroHonour'd, belov'd; and, haply, one as kind pically. This play is the image of a murder done For husband shalt thou

in Vienna : Gonzago is the duke's name; his wife, P. Queen.

0, confound the rest! | Baptista : you shall see anon; 'tis a knavish piece Such love must needs be treason in my breast:

of work: But what of that? your majesty, and we In second husband let me be accurst!

that have free souls, it touches us not : Let the None wed the second, but who kill'd the first. galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.Ham. That's wormwood.

Enter Lucianus. P. Queen. The instances, that second marriage move,

This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king.
Are base respects of thrift, but none of love ; Oph. You are as good as a chorus, my lord.
A second time I kill my husband dead,

Ham. I could interpret between you
When second husband kisses me in bed. love, if I could see the puppets dallying;
P. King. I do believe, you think what now you Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen.
speak :

Ham. It would cost you a groaning, to take off But, what we do determine, oft we break.

my edge. Purpose is but the slave to memory;

Oph. Still better, and worse. of violent birth, but poor validity :

Ham. So you mistake your husbands.—Begin, Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree; murderer ;-leave thy damnable faces, and begin. But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.

Come;Most necessary 'tis, that we forget

-The croaking raven To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:

Doth bellow for revenge. What to ourselves in passion we propose,

Luc. Thoughts black, bands apt, drugs fit, and The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.

time agreeing; The violence of either grief or joy

Confederate season, else no creature seeing; Their own enactures3 with themselves destroy : Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament; With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident. Thy natural magic and dire property, This world is not for aye ;4 nor 'tis not strange, On wholesome life usurp immediately; That even our loves should with our fortunes change;

[Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears. For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,

Ham. He poisons him i'the garden for his estate.
Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. His name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and writ-
The great man down, you mark his favourite flies; ten in very choice Italian : You shall see anon, how
The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies. the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife.
And hitherto doth love on fortune tend :

Oph. The king rises.
For who not needs, shall never lack a friend; Ham. What! frighted with false fire?
And who in want a hollow friend doth try,

Queen. How fares my lord?
Directly seasons him his enemy.

Pol. Give o'er the play. But, orderly to end where I begun,

King. Give me some light:-away! Our wills, and fates, do so contráry run,

Pol. Lights, lights, lights! That our devices still are overthrown;

[Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio. Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own : Ham. Why, let the strucken deer go weep, So think thou wilt no second husband wed;

The hart ungalled play: But die thy thoughts, when thy first lord is dead. For some must watch, while some must sleep; P. Queen. Nor earth to give me food, nor heaven Thus runs the world away.light!

Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers (if the Sport and repose lock from me, day and night! rest of my fortunes turn Turk10 with me,) with two To desperation turn my trust and hope !

Provencial roses on my razedll shoes, get me a fel-
An anchor'sh cheer in prison be my scope! lowship in a cry12 of players, sir?
Each opposite, that blanks the face of joy,

Hor. Half a share.
Meet what I would have well, and it destroy! Ham. A whole one, I.
Both here, and hence, pursue me lasting strife, For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
If, once a widow, ever Ì be wife!

This realm dismantled was
Ham. If she should break it now, [To Oph. Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
P. King. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me A very, very- peacock.
here a while :

Hor. You might have rhymed.
My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile Ham. O good' Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word
The tedious day with sleep.

(Sleeps. || for a thousand pound. Didst perceive? P. Queen.

Sleep rock thy brain; Hor. Very well, my lord.
And never come mischance between us twain ! Ham. Upon the talk of poisoning,

(Exit. Hor. I did very well note him. Ham. Madam, how like you this play?

Ham. Ah, ha !-Come, some music; come,

the Queen. The lady doth protest too much, methinks. I recorders.13 (1) Active. (2) Motives. (3) Determinations. (7) This is a proverbial saying. (8) Curse. (4) Ever. (5) Anchoret's.

(9) For his head. (10) Change conditions. (6)

-the thing

(11) Slashed.

(12) Pack, company. In which he'll catch the conscience of the king. (13) A kind of flute.

For if the king like not the comedy,

tages, 4 with your fingers and thumb, give it breath Why then, belike,-he likes it not, perdy. — with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloEnter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

quent music. Look you, these are the stops.

Guil. But these cannot I command to any utterCome, some music.

ance of harmony; I have not the skill. Guil. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with Ham. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you.

you make of me.

You would play upon me; you Ham. Sir, a whole history.

would seem to know my stops: you would pluck Guil. The king, sir,

out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me Ham. Ay, sir, what of him?

from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and Guil. Is, in his retirement, marvellous distem- there is much music, excellent voice, in this little pered.

organ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do Ham. With drink, sir ?

you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Guil . No, my lord, with choler.

Call me what instrument you will, though you can Ham. Your wisdom should show itself more fret me, you cannot play upon me. richer, to signify this to the doctor ; for, for me to

Enter Polonius. put him to his purgation, would, perhaps, plunge him into more choler.

God bless you,

sir ! Guil. Good my lord, put your discourse into Pol. My lord, the queen would speak with you, some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair. | and presently. Ham. I am tame, sir :--pronounce.

Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in Guil. The queen, your mother, in most great af- shape of a camel ? Aiction of spirit, hath sent me to you.

Pol. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Ham. You are welcome.

Ham. Methinks, it is like a weasel. Guil. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of Pol. It is backed like a weasel. the right breed. If it shall please you to make me Ham. Or, like a whale? a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's com- Pol. Very like a whale. mandment: if not, your pardon, and my return, Ham. Then will I come to my mother by and by. shall be the end of my business.

- They fool me to the top of my bent.5– I will come Ham. Sir, I cannot.

by and by Guil. What, my lord?

Pol. I will say so.

(Exit Polonius. Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's Ham. By and by is easily said. -- Leave me, diseased : But, sir, such answer as I can make, you

friends. (Exeunt Ros. Guil. Hor. &c. shall command; or, rather, as you say, my mother : l 'Tis now the very witching time of night; therefore no more, but to the matter: My mother, || When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes you say,

out Ros. Then thus she says; Your behaviour hath | Contagion to this world : Now could I drink hot struck her into amazement and admiration.

blood, Ham. O wonderful son, that can so astonish a || And do such business as the bitter day mother !-But is there no sequel at the heels of this would quake to look on. Soft; now to my mother. mother's admiration? impart.

O, heart, lose not thy nature ; let not ever Ros. She desires to speak with you in her closet, | The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom: ere you go to bed.

Let me be cruel, not unnatural :
Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our|I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
mother. Have you any further trade2 with us ? My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites :
Ros. My lord, you once did love me.

How in my words soever she be shent, 6
Ham. And do still, by these pickers and stealers. 3 || To give them seals? never, my soul, consent! [Ex.
Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of dis-

SCENE II.-A room in the same. Enter King, temper? you do, surely, but bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your

Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. friend.

King. I like him not; nor stands it safe with us, Ham. Sir, I lack advancement.

To let his madness range. Therefore, prepare you; Ros. How can that be, when you lsave the voice your commission will forthwith despatch, of the king himself for your succession in Denmark? || And he to England shall along with you:

Ham. Ay, sir, but, While the grass grows,—the The terms of our estate may not endure proverb is something musty.

Hazard so near us, as doth hourly grow

Out of his lunes.8
Enter the Players, with recorders.


We will ourselves provide : 0, the recorders :let me see one.—To withdraw | Most holy and religious fear it is, with you :-Why do you go about to recover the To keep those many many bodies safe, wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? That live, and feed, upon your majesty.

Guil. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound, is too unmannerly.

With all the strength and armour of the mind, Ham. I do not well understand that. Will you || To keep itself from 'noyance: but much more play upon this pipe?

That spirit, upon whose weal depend and rest Guil. My lord, I cannot.

The lives of many. The cease of majesty Ham. I pray you.

Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw Guil. Believe me, I cannot.

What's near it, with it: it is a massy wheel, Ham. I do beseech you.

Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount, Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord. To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things Ham. 'Tis as easy as lying : govern these ven- Are mortis’d and adjoin'd; which when it falls, (1) Par Dieu. (2) Business. (3) Hands.

(7) Authority to put them in execution. (4) Holes. (5) Utmost stretch. (6) Reproved. (8) Lunacies.

low :



Each small annexment, petty consequence,

With all his crimes broad-blown, as flush as May; Attends the boist'rous ruin. Never alone

And, how his audit stands, who knows, save heaven? Did the king sigh, but with a general groan,

But, in our circumstance and course of thought, King. Arın you, I pray you, to this speedy voy- ll’Tis heavy with him : And am I then revengod, age :

To take him in the purging of his soul, For we will fetters put upon this fear,

When he fit and season'd for his passage ? Which now goes too free-footed.

No. Ros. Guil.

We will haste us.Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent :6 (Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. When he is drunk, asleep, or in his ragę;

Or in the incestuous pleasures of his bed;
Enter Polonius.

At gaming, swearing; or about some act
Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet : That has no relish of salvation in't:
Behind the arras! I'll convey myself,

Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven; To hear the process ; I'll warrant, she'll tax him || And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black, home :

As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays: And, as you said, and wisely was it said, This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. (Exit. 'Tis meet, that some more audience, than a mother, Since nature makes them partial, should o'erbear

The King rises and advances.
The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege; King My words fly up, my thoughts remain be-
I'll call upon you ere you go to bed,
And tell what I know

Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go.
Thanks, dear my lord.

(Exit. (Erit Polonius.

SCENE IV.-Another room in the same. EnO, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,

ter Queen and Polonius. A brother's murder !-- Pray can I not,

Pol. He will come straight. Look, you lay home Though inclination be as sharp as will ;

to him : My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin,

And that your grace hath screen'd and stood beAnd both neglect. What if this cursed hand

tween Were thicker than itself with brother's blood ? Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here. Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens, Pray you, be round with him. To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy, Queen.

I'll warrant you; But to confront the visage of offence?

Fear me not :-withdraw, I hear him coming. And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force,

(Polonius hides himself. To be forestalled, ere we come to fall,

Enter Hamlet.
Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up;
My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer

Ham. Now, mother; what's the matter
Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder!- Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much of-
That cannot be ; since I am still possess'd

fended. of those effects for which I did the murder,

Ham. Mother, you have my father much ofMy crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.

fended. May one be pardon'd, and retain the offence? Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle In the corrupted currents of this world,

tongue. Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself

Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet? Buys out the law: But 'tis not so above :


What's the matter now? There is no shuffling, there the action lies

Queen. Have you forgot me? In his true nature ; and we ourselves compellid, Ham.

No, by the rood,? not so: Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; To give in evidence. What then? what rests? And,-'would it were not so !-you are my mother.

Try what repentance can : What can it not? Queen Nay, then I'll set those to you that can Yet what can it, when one can not repent?

speak. O wretched state! O bosom, black as death! Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall O limed2 soul; that struggling to be free,

not budge; Art more engag'd! Help, angels, make assay ! You go not, till I set you up a glass Bow, stubborn knees ! and, heart with strings of | Where you may see the inmost part of you. steel,

Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murBe soft as sinews of the new-born babe ;

der me? All may be well.

(Retires and kneels. Help, help, ho!
Enter Hamlet.

Pol. (Behind.] What, ho! help!

How now! a rat? [Draws.
Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying ; || Dead, for a ducat, dead.
And now I'll do't: and so he goes to heaven:

[Hamlet makes a pass through the arras. And so am I reveng’d? That would be scann'd :3 Pol. [Behind.]

0, I am slain. A villain kills my father; and, for that,

(Falls, and dies. I, his sole4 son, do this same villain send

Queen. O me,

what hast thou done! To heaven.


Nay, I know not i Why, this is hire and salary, 5 not revenge. Is it the king? He took my father grossly, full of bread;

(Lifts up the arras, and draws forth Polonius. (1) Tapestry. (2) Caught as with bird-lime. (5) Reward. (3) Should be considered. (4) Only (6) Seize him at a more horrid time. (7) Cross.



Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this ! || And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame, Ham. A bloody deed ;-almost as bad, good || When the compulsive ardour gives the charge; mother,

Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
As kill a king, and marry with his brother. And reason panders will.
Queen. As kill a king!


0, Hamlet, speak no more : Ham.

Ay, lady, 'twas my word.-- Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul ; Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! And there I see such black and grained spots,

(To Polonius. As will not leave their tinct. 12 I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune:


Nay, but to live Thou find'st, to be too busy, is some danger.- In the rank sweat of an enseamed13 bed; Leave wringing of your hands: Peace; sit you | Stew'd in corruption ; honeying and making love down,

Over the nasty sty ; And let me wring your heart : for so I shall, Queen.

O, speak to me no more ; If it be made of penetrable stuff;

These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears: If damned custom have not braz'd it so,

No more, sweet Hamlet. That it be proof and bulwark against sense.


A murderer, and a villain : Queen. What have I done, that thou dar’st wag||A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe thy tongue

Of your precedent lord :--a vicel4 of kings : In noise so rude against me?

A cutpurse of the empire and the rule; Ham.

Such an act,

That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty ; And put it in his pocket!
Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose


No more.
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,

Enter Ghost.
And sets a blister there ; makes marriage-vows
As false as dicers' oaths: 0, such a deed


A king As from the body of contraction plucks

Of shreds and patches :The very soul; and sweet religion makes Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, A rhapsody of words : Heaven's face doth glow: You heavenly guards :—What would your gracious Yea, this solidity and compound mass,

figure? With tristful2-visage, as against the doom,

Queen. Alas, he's mad. Is thought-sick at the act.

Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, Queen.

Ah me, what act, That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by That roars so loud, and thunders in the index ?3 The important acting of your dread command ? Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this ;

O, say!
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. Ghost. Do not forget : This visitation
See, what a grace was seated on this brow : Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
Hyperion's4 curls; the front of Jove himself; But, look ! amazement on thy mother sits :

eye like Mars, to threaten and command; O, step between her and her fighting soul; A stations like the herald Mercury,

Conceit15 in weakest bodies strongest works; New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;

Speak to her, Hamlet. A combination, and a form, indeed,


How is it with you, lady? Where every god did seem to set his seal,

Queen. Alas, how is't with

you, To give the world assurance of a man :


do bend

your eye on vacancy, This was your husband.-Look you now, what fol- || And with the incorporal air do hold discourse? lows:

Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; Here is your husband ; like a mildew'd ear, And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? | Your bedded hair, like life in excrements, 16 Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,



and stands on end. O gentle son, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes ? Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper You cannot call it, love: for, at your age, Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look ? The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, Ham. On him! on him !-Look you, how pale And waits upon the judgment; and what judg. he glares ! ment

His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have,|| Would make them capable.17--Do not look upon me; Else, could you not have motion : But, sure, that Lest, with this piteous action, you convert

My stern effects :18 then what I have to do Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err; Will want true colour; tears, perchance,19 for blood. Nor sense to ecstasy8 was ne'er so thrall’d,

Queen. To whom do you speak this? But it reserv'd some quantity of choice,



you see nothing there? To serve in such a difference. What devil was't, Qrueen. Nothing at all; yet all that is, I see. That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind ?9 Ham. Nor did you nothing hear? Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,


No, nothing, but ourselves. Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sansió all, Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it steals Or but a sickly part of one true sense

away! Could not so mope. 11

My father, in his habit as he liv'd ? O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious bell, Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal! If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,

[Exit Ghost. To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,

Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain : (1) Marriage-contract. (2) Sorrowful. (11) Be so stupid. (12) Colour. (13) Greasy. (3) Index of contents prefixed to a book.

(14) Mimic.

(15) Imagination. (4) Anollo's.

(5) The act of standing. (16) The hair of animals is excrementitious, that (6) 1o grow fat. (7) Sensation. (8) Frenzy. | is, without life or sensation. (9) Blindman's buff. (10) Without (17) Intelligent. (18) Actions. (19) Perhaps.


This bodiless creation ecstasy!

I had forgot ; 'tis so concluded on. Is very cunning in.

Ham. There's letters seal’d: and my two schoolHum. Eustasy!

fellows, My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd, 9– And inakes as healthful music : It is not madness, They bear the mandate ; they must sweep my way, That I have utter'd: bring me to the test, And marshal me to knavery : Let it work; And I the inatter will re-word; which madness For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Hoist with his own petar:10 and it shall


hard, Lay not that tlattering unction to your soul, But I will delve one yard below their mines, That not your trespass, but my madness, speaks : | And blow them at the moon : 0, 'tis most sweet, It will bui skin and film the ulcerous place; When in one line two crafts directly meet.Whiles rank corruption, miuing all within,

This man shall set me packing. Infects unseen Confess yourself to heaven; I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room :Repent what's past; avoid what is to come; Mother, good night.-- Indeed, this counsellor And do not spread the composta on the weeds, is now most still, most secret, and most grave, To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue: | Who was in life a foolish prating knave. For in the fatness of these pursy times,

Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you :Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg;

Good night, mother. Yea, curb and woo, for leave to do him good.

(Exeunt severally; Hamlet dragging in Queen. O Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in

Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half.
Good night: but go not to my uncle's bed;
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat

SCENE I.-The same. Of habit's devil, is angel yet in this ;

Enter King, Queen, That to the use of actions fair and good

Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. He likewise gives a frock, or livery,

King. There's matter in these sighs; these proThat aptly is put on : Refrain to-night;

found beaves; And that shall lend a kind of easiness

You must translate : 'tis fit we understand them : To the next abstinence : the next more easy :

Where is your son ? For use almost can change the stamp of nature, Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while.And either curb the devil, or throw him out

[To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, who go out. With wondrous potency. Once more, good night! Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night! And when you are desirous to be bless'd,

King. What, Gertrude? how does Hamlet? I'll blessing beg of you.--For this same lord, Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both (Pointing to Polonius.

contend I do repent: But heaven hath pleas'd it s0,

Which is the mightier : In his lawless fit,
To punish me with this, and this with me, Behind the arras hearing something stir,
That I must be their scourge and minister. Whips out his rapier, cries, A rat! a rat!
I will bestow him, and will answer well

And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
The death I gave him. So, again, good night !- The unseen good old man.
I must be cruel, only to be kind :


O heavy deed! Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. - It had been so with us, had we been there : But one word more, good lady.

His liberty is full of threats to all; Queen.

What shall I do? || To you yourself, to us, to every one. Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do: || Alas ! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd? Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;

It will be laid to us, whose providence Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you, his mouse ;4 | Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt,)? And let him, for a pair of reechys kisses, This mad young man : but, so much was our love, Or paddling in your neck with his damned fingers, We would not understand what was most fit; Make you to ravel all this matter out,

But, like the owner of a foul disease, That I essentially am not in madness,

To keep it from divulging, let it feed
But mad in craft. "Twere good, you let him know: Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone?
For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise, Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd :
Would from a paddock,6 from a bat, a gib,?

O'er whom his very madness, like some ore,
Such dear concernings hide? who would do so ? Among a mineral12 of metals base,
No, in despite of sense, and secrecy,

Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done. Unpeg the basket on the house's top,

King. 0, Gertrude, come away!
Let the birds fly; and, like the famous ape, The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,
To try conclusions, in the basket creep,

But we will ship him hence : and thiş vile deed And break your own neck down.

We must, with all our majesty and skill, Queen. Be thou assur’d, if words be made of Both countenance and excuse.—Ho! Guildenstern!

breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breathe

Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. What thou hast said to me.

Friends both, go join you with some further aid : Ham. I must to England; you know that? Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, Queen.

Alack, And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him:

Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body (1) Frenzy. (2) Manure. (3) Bend. (4) A term of endearment. (9) Having their teeth. (5) Steaming with heat.

(10) Blown up with his own bomb. (6) Toad. (8) Experiments. (11) Company

(12) Mine.

(7) Cat.

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