THE CLOSET SCENE FROM HAMLET. 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 has screen'd and stood between Much heat and him. I'll 'sconce 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. Ham. Mother, you have my father much offended. Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet? Ham. Queen. Have you forgot me? You are the queen, your husband's What's the matter now? No, by the rood, not so: 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 me? Help, help, ho! Pol. (Behind.) What, ho! help, help, help! Ham. Dead, for a ducat, dead. How now! a rat? (Draws.) (HAMLET makes a pass through the arras.) Pol. (Behind.) Oh, I am slain. Queen. O me! what hast thou done? (Falls and dies.) Ham. Is it the king? Nay, I know not: (Lifts up the arras, and draws forth POLONIUS.) Queen. Oh, 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! - Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! (To the QUEEN.) Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down, If it be made of penetrable stuff; If damned custom hath not brazed it so, That it be proof and bulwark against sense. Queen. What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me? Ham. A rhapsody of words: Heaven's face doth glow; With tristful visage, as against the doom, Queen. Ah me, what act, That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on thi; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; This was your husband. Look you now what follows: The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, Sense, sure you have, Else could you not have motion: but, sure, that sense Is apoplexed: for madness would not err; But it reserved some quantity of choice, What devil was't That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind? Could not so mope. O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame, Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more: Ham. Nay, but to live stewed in corruption. These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears; Ham. A murderer, and a villain: A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe Queen. No more. Ham. A king Of shreds and patches: (Enter Ghost.) 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, That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by The important acting of your dread command? Ghost. Do not forget. This visitation Ham. How is it with you, lady? That you do bend your eye on vacancy, Ham. On him! on him! Look you, how pale he 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 Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I see. Queen. No, nothing, but ourselves. Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it steals away! My father, in his habit as he lived; 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. Ham. Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg; Yea, curb and woe, for leave to do him good. Queen O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain. |