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-The croaking raven Doth bellow for revenge. Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit,

and time agreeing; Confederate season, else no creature seeing; Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, With Hecat's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy natural magick and dire property, On wbolesome life usurp immediately.

[Pours the Poison into the Sleeper's Ears. Ham. He poisons bim i'the garden for his estate. His name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and written in very choice Italian: You shall see anon, how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife.

Oph. The king rises.
Ham. What! frighted with false fire!
Queen. How fares my lord ?
Pol. Give o'er the play.
King. Give me some light:-away!
Pol. Lights, lights, lights!

[Exeunt all but HAMLET and HORATIO. Ham. Why let the strucken deer go weep,

The hart ungalled play: For some must watch, while some must sleep;

Thus runs the world away.-Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers (if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me,) with two provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players, sir?

Hor. Half a share.
Ham. A whole one, I.
For thou dost know, 0 Damon dear,

This realm dismantled was
Of Jove himself; and now reigns bere

A very, very-peacock.
Hor. You might have rhynıed.

Ham. O good Horatio, i'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pound. Didst perceive?

Hor. Very well, my lord.
Ham. Upon the talk of the poisoning,
Hor. I did very well note bim.

Ham. Ah, ba !-Come, some musick; come, the recorders.

For if the king like not the comedy,
Why then, belike,-be likes it not, perdy.

with you.

Enter ROSENCRANTZ und GUILDENSTERN. Come, some musick. Guil. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word Ham. Sir, a whole history. Guil. The king, sir, Ham. Ay, sir, what of him?

Guil. Is, in his retirement, marvellous distempered.

Ham. With drink, sir?
Guil. No, my lord, with choler.

Ham. Your wisdom should show itself more richer, to signify this to the doctor; for, for me to put him to his purgation, would, perhaps, plunge him into more choler.

Guil. Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair.

Ham. I am tame, sir:-pronounce. Guil. The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you.

Ham. You are welcome. Guil. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed. "If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's commandment: if not, your pardon, and my return, shall be the end of my basiness.

Ham. Sir, I cannot.
Guil. What, my lord ?

Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased : But, sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command; or, rather, as you say, my mother: therefore no more, but to the matter; My mother, you say,

Ros. Then thus she says: Your behaviour hath struck her into amazement and admiration.

Ham. O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother!- But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration ? impart.

Ros. She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you go to bed.

Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any further trade with us? Ros. My lord,

you once did love me.

Ham. And do still, by these pickers and stealers.

Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you do, surely, but bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend.

Ham. Sir, I lack advancement.

Ros. How can that be, when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark?

Ham. Ay, sir, but While the grass grows,-the proverb is something musty.

Enter the Players, with Recorders. 0, the recorders:-let me see one.-To withdraw with you.-Why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil?

Guil. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerlý.

Ham. I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?

Guil. My, lord, I cannot.
Ham. I pray you.
Guil. Believe me,

I cannot.
Ham. I do beseech you.
Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord.

Ham. 'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent musick. Look you, these are the stops.

Guil. But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony; I have not the skill.

Ham. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me.

You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much musick, excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

Enter POLONIUS. God bless you, sir!

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?

Pol. By the mass, and tis like a camel, indeed.
Ham. Methinks, it is like a weasel.
Pol. It is backed like a weasel.
Ham. Or, like a whale?
Pol. Very like a whale.

Ham. Then will I come to my mother by
and by.—They fool me to the top of my bent.
I will come by and by.
Pol. I will say so.

[Erit POLONIUS. Ham. By and by is easily said.-Leave me, friends.

(Ereunt Řos. Guil. HOR. &c. 'Tis now the very witching time of night; When churchyards yawn, and hellitself breathes

out Contagion to this world: Now could I drink

hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on. Soft; now to my

mother,O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom: Let me be cruel, not unnatural: I will speak daggers to her, but use none; My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites: How in my words soever she be shent, 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; I your commission will forthwith despatch, And he to England shall along with you: The terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so near us, as doth hourly grow Out of his lunes. Guil.

We will ourselves provide:

Most holy and religious fear it is,
To keep those many, many bodies safe,
That live, and feed, apon your majesty.

Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound,
With all the strength and armour of the mind,
To keep itself from 'noyance; but much more
That spirit, upon whose weal'depend and rest
The lives of many. The cease of majesty
Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw
What's near it, with it: it is a massy wheel,
Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount,
To whose buge spokesten thousand lesser things
Are mortis'd and adjoind; which, when it falis,
Each small annexment, petty consequence,
Attends the boist'rous ruin. Never alone
Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.
King. Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy

For we will fetters put upon this fear,
Which now goes too free-footed.
Ros. Guil.

We will haste us.

[Exeunt Ros. and Guil.

Enter POLONIUS. Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet: Behind the arras I'll convey myself, To bear 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,shouldo'erbear The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my

I'll call upon you ere you go to bed,
And tell you what I know.

Thauks, dear my lord.

[Erit POLONIUS. 0, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon't, A brother's murder!-Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will; My stronger guilt defeats niy strong intent; And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand

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