I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune: And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff; If damned custom have not braz'd it so, In noise so rude against me? Ham. With tristful2-visage, as against the doom, Queen. An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; (1) Marriage-contract. what fol (2) Sorrowful. (3) Index of contents prefixed to a book. Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, ment Would step from this to this? Sense,2 sure, you have, Else, could you not have motion: But, sure, that sense Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err; To serve in such a difference. What devil was't, O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame, And reason panders will. Queen. O, Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots, As will not leave their tinct.7 Ham. Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseameds bed; Stew'd in corruption; honeying and making love Over the nasty sty ; Queen. O, speak to me no more; (1) To grow fat. (2) Sensation. (3) Frenzy. (4) Blindman's buff. (6) Be so stupid. (5) Without. (7) Colour. (8) Greasy. These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears: No more, sweet Hamlet. Ham. A murderer, and a villain : A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe Of your precedent lord :—a vicel of kings: A cutpurse of the empire and the rule; That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket! Queen. Ham. No more. Enter Ghost. A king Of shreds and patches : Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards!-What would your gracious figure? Queen. Alas, he's mad. Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, Ghost. Do not forget: This visitation Ham. 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? (1) Mimic. (2) Imagination. (3) The hair of animals is excrementitious, that is, without life or sensation. Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look? Ham. On him! on him!-Look you, how pale lie 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:2 then what I have to do Will want true colour; tears, perchance,3 for blood. Queen. To whom do you speak this? Нам. Do you see nothing there? Queen. Nothing at all; yet all that is, I see. Ham. Nor did you nothing hear? Queen. No, nothing, but ourselves. Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it steals away! My father, in his habit as he liv'd! Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal! [Exit Ghost. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain: This bodiless creation ecstasy4 Is very cunning in. Ham. Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg; (1) Intelligent. (4) Frenzy. (2) Actions. (5) Manure. (3) Perhaps Yea, curb' and woo, for leave to do him good. Queen. O Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in twain. Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat To the next abstinence: the next more easy: [Pointing to Polonius. I do repent: But heaven hath pleas'd it so,- The death I gave him. So, again, good night!- Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.— What shall I do? Queen. Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do: Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed; Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you, his mouse;2 And let him, for a pair of reechy3 kisses, Or paddling in your neck with his damned fingers, Make you to ravel all this matter out, That I essentially am not in madness, But mad in craft. 'Twere good, you let him know: (2) A term of endearment. (1) Bend. |