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Q, speak to me no more;
A murderer, and a villain :
and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards !-What would your gracious Queen. Alas, he's mad.
Ghost. Do not forget: This visitation
How is it with you, lady?
glares! His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
Would make them capable.—Do not look upon me;
Queen. To whom do you speak this?
Do you see nothing there?
No, nothing, but ourselves. Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it steals away! My father, in his babit 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 ecstasy Is very cunning in.
Hum. Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music: It is not madness, That I have utter'd: bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word; which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass, but my madness, speaks: It will but skin and film the ulcerous place; Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven; Repent what's past; avoid what is to come; And do not spread the compost on the weeds, To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue: For in the fatness of these pursy times, Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg; 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 to the use of actions fair and good
[Pointing to Polonius.
What shall I do? 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; And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses, Or paddling in your neck with his damn’d 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: For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise, Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib, Such dear concernings bide? who would do so? No, in despite of sense, and secrecy, Unpeg the basket on the house's top, Let the birds tly; and, like the famous ape, To try conclusions, in the basket creep, And break your own neck down.
Queen. Be thou assar'd, if words be made of breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breathe What thou hast said to me.
Ham. I must to England; you know that?
[Exeunt severally; Hamlet dragging in Polonius.
King. There's matter in these sighs; these profound
[To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, who go out. Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night!
King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
Queen, Mad as the sea, and wind, when both conteud
O heavy deed!