HAMLET. (Drawing.) How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead! (Makes a pass through the arras.) POLONIUS. (Behind.) O, I am slain! (Falls and dies.) QUEEN. O me, what hast thou done? HAMLET. Nay, I know not: is it the king? QUEEN. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! HAMLET. A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother, Ay, lady, 'twas my word. (Lifts up the arras and discovers POLONIUS.) Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! I took thee for thy better. Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down, And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff; If damned custom have not brass'd it so, That it be proof and bulwark against sense. QUEEN. What have I done, that thou darest wag thy HAMLET. Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, With tristful visage, as against the doom, Look here, upon this picture, and on this, This was your husband. Look you now, what follows: Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, ment Would step from this to this? O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax QUEEN. O Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul, And there I see such black and grained spots A murderer and a villain; A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe QUEEN. No more! HAMLET. A king of shreds and patches Enter GHOST. Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards! What would your gra cious figure? HAMLET. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, GHOST. Do not forget: this visitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. HAMLET. How is it with you, lady? QUEEN. Alas, how is't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy And with the incorporal air do hold discourse? O gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look? HAMLET. On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares! His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, Would make them capable. Do not look upon me, Lest with this piteous action you convert My stern effects: then what I have to do QUEEN. To whom do you speak this? HAMLET. Do you see nothing there? QUEEN. Nothing at all; yet all that is I see HAMLET. Nor did you nothing hear? QUEEN. No, nothing but ourselves. HAMLET. Why, look you there! look, how it steals away! My father, in his habit as he lived! Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal! (Exit GHOST.) QUEEN. This is the very coinage of your Is very cunning in. HAMLET. Ecstasy! brain : My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, QUEEN. O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain. HAMLET. O, throw away the worser part of it, |