h Repugnant to command: Unequal match'd, Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to stick : But, as we often see, against some storm, Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods, Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven, As low as to the fiends! Pol. This is too long. Ham. It shall to the barber's, with your beard.Pr'y thee, say on:-He's for a jig, or he sleeps:say on: come to Hecuba. 1 Play. But who, ah woe! had seen the mobled" queen. Ham. The mobled queen? Pol. That's good; mobled queen is good. 1 Play. Run barefoot up and down, threat'ning the Aames 9 Light clouds. I Eternal. 2 Muffled. With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head, But if the gods themselves did see her then, 4 Pol. Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in 's eyes.- Pr'y thee, no more. - Ham. 'Tis well; I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon. Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for they are the abstract, and brief chronicles, of the time: After your death you were better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you live. Pol. My lord, I will use them according to their desert. Ham. Much better man: Use every man after his desert, and who shall 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity: The less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in. Pol. Come, sirs. [Exit POLONIUS, with some of the Players. Ham. Follow him, friends: we 'll hear a play tomorrow. Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the murder of Gonzago? 1 Play. Ay, my lord. Ham. We'll have it to-morrow night. You could, 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. Ham. Very well. Follow that lord; and look you mock him not. [Exit Player.] My good friends, [To Ros. and GUIL.] I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord! [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and Guildenstern. A broken voice, and his whole function suiting What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, Yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, 5 Destruction. As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? Why, I should take it for it cannot be, Fye upon 't! foh! About my brains! Humph! I have heard, That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Play something like the murder of my father, 6 I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench", [Exit. 6 Search his wounds. 7 Shrink or start. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. A Room in the Castle. Enter King, Queen, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, RoSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN. King. And can you, by no drift of conference Get from him, why he puts on this confusion; Grating so harshly all his days of quiet With turbulent and dangerous lunacy? Ros. He does confess, he feels himself distracted; But from what cause he will by no means speak. Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded; But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof, When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state. Queen. Did he receive you well? Ros. Most like a gentleman. Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition. Ros. Niggard of question; but, of our demands, Most free in his reply. Queen. To any pastime ? Did you assay him Ros. Madam, it so fell out, that certain players We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him; And there did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it: They are about the court; Pol. 'Tis most true: And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties, |