That he, as 'twere by accident, may here Queen. I fhall obey you: And for my part, Ophelia, I do wish, That your good beauties be the happy caufe To both your honours. Oph. Madam, I wish it may. Pol. Ophelia, walk you please ye, We will beftow ourselves [Exit Queen. here. -Gracious, fo Read on this book; That fhew of fuch an exercise may colour Your loneliness. We're oft to blame in this, 'Tis too much prov'd, that with devotion's visage, And pious action, we do fugar o'er The devil himself. King. Oh, 'tis too true. How fmart á lafh that speech doth give my con science ! The harlot's cheek, beautied with plaftring art, Pol. I hear him coming; let's withdraw, my lord. Ham. "T [Exeunt all but Ophelia. O be, or not to be? that is the question.- The flings and arrows of outrageous fortune; Θε * Or to take arms againft affail of troubles, To fleep? perchance, to dream; ay, there's the rub For in that fleep of Death what dreams may come, For who would bear the whips and fcorns of time, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Is ficklied o'er with the pale caft of thought; The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy orifons Oph. Good my lord, [Seeing Oph. How does your Honour for this many a day? Or to take arms against a fea of troubles,] Without Question Shakespear wrote, -against Affail of Troubles. i. c. Affault. Warb Ham. Ham. I humbly thank you, well; Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours, That I have longed long to re-deliver. I pray you, now receive them. Ham. No, I never gave you aught. Oph. My honour'd lord, you know right well, you did: And with them words of fo fweet breath compos'd, Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind. Ham. Ha, ha, are you Oph. My lord, Ham. Are you fair? honeft? Oph. What means your lordship? Ham. That if you be honeft and fair, you should admit no difcourfe to your beauty. Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honefty? Ham. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will fooner transform honefly from what it is, to a bawd; than the force of honefty can tranflate beauty into its likenefs. This was fometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof.—I did love you once. Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. Ham. You fhould not have believed me. For virtue cannot fo inoculate our old flock, but we fhall relish of it. I lov'd you not. Oph. I was the more deceiv'd. Ham. Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of finners? I am myfelf indifferent honeft; but yet I could accufe me of fuch Things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me. am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, I with more offences with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination, &c. What is the Meaning of Thoughts to put them in? A offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in name, imagination to give them fhape, or time to act them in. What fhould fuch fellows, as I, do crawling between heav'n and earth? we are arrant knaves, believe none of us-Go thy ways to a nunnery--Where's your father? Oph. At home, my lord." Ham. Let the doors be fhut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewel. Oph. Oh help him, you sweet heav'ns! Ham. If thou doft marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Be thou as chafte as ice, as pure as fnow, thou shalt not efcape calumny.-Get thee to a nunnery,—farewel-Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool for wife men know well enough, what monfters you make of them-To a nunnery, goand quickly too: farewel. Oph. Heav'nly powers, reftore him! : Ham. I have heard of your painting too, well enough God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you amble, and you lifp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonnels your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't, it hath made me mad. I fay, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, fhall live; the reft fhall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go. [Exit Hamlet. Oph. Oh, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, foldier's, fcholar's, eye, tongue, fword! Th' expectancy and rofe of the fair State, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, Th' obferv'd of all observers, quite, quite down! A word is dropt out, We fhould read, -thoughts to put them in name.] This was the Progrefs. The Offences are firft conceived and named, then projected to be put in A&t, then executed. Warb. I am of ladies moft deject and wretched, T' have feen what I have feen; fee what I fee. King. Lo Enter King and Polonius. OVE! his affections do not that way Nor what he spake, tho' it lack'd form a little, Thus fet it down. He fhall with speed to England, With variable objects, fhall expel This fomething-fettled matter in his heart; But if you hold it fit, after the Play N You |