When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world: Now could I drink hot blood, And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on. Soft; now to my mother. I will speak daggers to her, but use none; To give them seals2 never, my soul, consent! [Ex. King. I like him not; nor stands it safe with us, Guil. Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound, (1) Reproved. (2) Authority to put them in execution. (3) Lunacies. Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which when it falls, age; For we will fetters put upon this fear, Which now goes too free-footed. We will haste us. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Enter Polonius. Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet: Behind the arras! I'll convey myself, To hear 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, King. Thanks, dear my lord. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force,- (1) Tapestry. Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up; Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe; All may be well. ! [Retires and kneels. Enter Hamlet. Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying; And now I'll do't; and so he goes to heaven: And so am I reveng'd? That would be scann'd:2 A villain kills my father; and, for that, I, his sole3 son, do this same villain send To heaven. Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge. With all his crimes broad-blown, as flush as May; (1) Caught as with bird-lime. (2) Should be considered. (4) Reward. (3) Only. But, in our circumstance and course of thought, Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent :1 Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven; King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain be low: Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. [Exit. SCENE IV-Another room in the same. Enter Queen and Polonius. Pol. He will come straight. Look, you lay home to him: Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear with; And that your grace hath screen'd and stood be tween Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here. Pray you, be round with him. Queen. Fear me not-withdraw, I hear him coming. I'll warrant you; [Polonius hides himself. Enter Hamlet. Ham. Now, mother; what's the matter? Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. (1) Seize him at a more horrid time. Ham. Mother, you have my father much of fended. Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet? Ham. What's the matter now? Queen. Have you forgot me? Ham. No, by the rood, not so: You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; And,--'would it were not so!--you are iny mother. Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak. Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge; You go not, till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you. Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me? Help, help, ho! Pol. [Behind.] What, ho! help! Ham. How now! a rat? [Draws. Dead, for a ducat, dead. [Hamlet makes a pass through the arras. Pol. [Behind.] O, I am slain. [Falls, and dies. Queen. O me, what hast thou done? Nay, I know not: Ham. Is it the king? [Lifts up the arras, and draws forth Polonius. Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! Ham. A bloody deed;—almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king, and marry with his brother. Queen. As kill a king! Ham. Ay, lady, 'twas my word. [To Polonius. Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! (1) Cross. |