Ham. What's the matter now? No, by the rood," not so: Queen. Have you forgot me? Ham. You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; And,-'would it were not so!-you are my 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 Nay, I know not: Queen. O me, what hast thou done? 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 mo ther, As kill a king, and marry with his brother. Queen. As kill a king! Ham. Ay, lady, 'twas my word. • Cross. Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! [TO POLONIUS. I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune : If damned custom have not braz'd it so, That it be proof and bulwark against sense. Queen. What have I done, that thou dar'st wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me? Such an act, Ham. A rhapsody of words: Heaven's face doth glow; With tristful 8-visage, as against the doom, Queen. Ah me, what act, That roars so loud, and thunders in the index ?9 VOL. X. 7 Marriage contract. 8 Sorrowful. Q Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; A combination, and a form, indeed, This was your husband.-Look you now, what follows: Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, have, Else, could you not have motion: But, sure, that sense Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err; What devil was't, That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind ? Or but a sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope.8 'Apollo's. 4 Sensation, 2 The act of standing. 7 3 To grow fat. 5 Frenzy. 6 Blindman's-buff. 7 Without. 8 Be so stupid. O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, 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.9 Ham. Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed' bed; Stew'd in corruption; honeying, and making love Over the nasty stye ; Queen. These words, like daggers enter in mine ears: Ham. O, speak to me no more; A murderer, and a villain: A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe Queen. No more. Enter Ghost. A king Ham. Of shreds and patches :-- Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, 9 Colour. * Greasy. 2 Mimick. 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? His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, 3 Imagination. 4 The hair of animals is excrementitious, that is, without |