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(Unless things mortal move them not at all,) Would have made milch the burning eye of heaven, And passion in the gods.

Pol. Look, whether he has not turn’d his colour, and has tears in's eyes.-Pr’ythee, no more.

Ham. 'Tis well; I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.-Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for they are the abstract, and brief chronicles, of the time: After your death you were better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while

you live.

Pol. My lord, I will use them according to their desert.

Ham. Odd's bodikin, man, much better: Use every man after his desert, and who shall 'scape whipping ! Use them after your own honour and dignity: The less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in. Pol. Come, sirs.

[Exit Polonius, with some of the Players. Ham. Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play tomorrow.-Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the murder of Gonzago?

i Play. Ay, my lord.

Ham. We'll have it to-morrow night. You could, for a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which I would set down, and insert in't? could you not?

1 Play. Ay, my lord.

Ham. Very well.—Follow that lord; and look you mock him not. [Exit Player.] My good friends, [To Ros. and Guil.] I'll leave you till night : you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord!

[Exeunt RosenCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you :-Now I am alone.

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and ears.

O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
Is it not monstrous, that this player here,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
Could force his soul to his own conceit,
That from her working, all his visage wann'd;
Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,
A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing !
For Hecuba!
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her? What would he do,
Had he the motive and the cue for passion,
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears,
And cleave the general ear with horrid speech;
Make mad the guilty, and appal the free,
Confound the ignorant; and amaze, indeed,
The very faculties of

eyes
Yet I,
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
Like John a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,'
And can say nothing; no, not for a king,
Upon whose property, and most dear life,
A damn'd defeat was made.? Am I a coward ?
Who calls me villain ? breaks my pate across?
Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face?
Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i'the throat,
As deep as to the lungs ? Who does me this?
Ha!
Why, I should take it : for it cannot be,
But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall

the cue for passion,] The hint, the direction. This phrase is theatrical, and occurs at least a dozen times in our author's plays.

9 Like John a-dreams,] John a-dreams, i. e. of dreams, means only John the dreamer ; a nick-name for any ignorant silly fellow.

unpregnant of my cause,] not quickened with a new desire of vengeance; not teeming with revenge.

? A damn'd defeat was made.] Defeat, for destruction.

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To make oppression bitter ; or, ere this,
I should have fatted all the region kites
With this slave's offal : Bloody, bawdy villain !
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless 3 villain!
Why, what an ass am I? This is most brave;
That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
And fall a cursing, like a very drab,
A scullion!
Fye upon't ! foh! About my brains !* Humph! I

have heard,
That guilty creatures, sitting at a play,
Have by the very cunning of the scene
Been struck so to the soul, that presently
They have proclaim'd their malefactions ;
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players
Play something like the murder of my father,
Before mine uncle : I'll observe his looks;
I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench,
I know my course. The spirit, that I have seen,
May be a devil : and the devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape ; yea, and, perhaps,
Out of my weakness, and my melancholy,
(As he is very potent with such spirits,)
Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds
More relative than this:? The play's the thing,
Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.

[Exit.

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kindless-] Unnatural.

About my brains!!] Wits, to your work. Brain, go about the present business.

tent him -] Search his wounds.

if he do blench,) If he shrink, or start. ? More relative than this:] More nearly related, closely connected.

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ACT III.

SCENE I. A Room in the Castle.

Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosen

CRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN.
King. And can you, by no drift of conference
Get from him, why he puts on this confusion;
Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?

Ros. He does confess, he feels himself distracted; But from what cause he will by no means speak.

Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded; But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof, When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state. Queen.

Did he receive

you

well? Ros. Most like a gentleman. Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition.

Ros. Niggard of question; but, of our demands, Most free in his reply. Queen.

Did you assay him To any pastime?

Ros. Madam, it so fell out, that certain players We o'er-raught on the way:8 of these we told him; And there did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it: They are about the court; And, as I think, they have already order This night to play before him. Pol.

'Tis most true: And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties, To hear and see the matter.

-o'er-raught on the way:] O'er-raught is over-reached, that is, over-took.

King. With all my heart; and it doth much

content me
To hear him so inclin'd.
Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
And drive his purpose on to these delights.
Ros. We shall, my lord.

[Exeunt RoSENCRANTZ & GUILDENSTERN. King;

Sweet Gertrude, leave us too: For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither; That he, as 'twere by accident, may here Affront Ophelia: Her father, and myself (lawful espials,)' Will so bestow ourselves, that, seeing, unseen, We may of their encounter frankly judge; And gather by him, as he is behav'd, If't be the affliction of his love, or no, That thus he suffers for. Queen.

I shall obey you : And, for your part, Ophelia, I do wish, That your good beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope, your virtues Will bring him to his wonted way again, To both your honours. Oph.

Madam, I wish it may.

[Exit Queen. Pol. Ophelia, walk you here:-Gracious, so

please you, We will bestow ourselves:-Read on this book;

[T. OPHELIA. That show of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness.-We are oft to blame in this,'Tis too much prov'd, that, with devotion's visage, And pious action, we do sugar o'er The devil himself.

9 Affront Ophelia:] To affront, is only to meet directly.

espials,] i. e. spies. ? 'T'is too much prov'd,] It is found by too frequent experience.

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