40 King. And what's in prayer but this twofold force, Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up; O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged! Help, angels! make assay! 50 60 Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel, 70 Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe! All may be well. [Retires and kneels. Enter HAMLET. Hamlet. Now might I do it pat, now he is praying; I, his sole son, do this same villain send O, this is hire and salary, not revenge. With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent: 80 90 Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, [Exit. King. [Rising] My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go. [Exit. SCENE IV. The Queen's closet. 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 between Much heat and him. I'll sconce me even here. Pray you, be round with him. Hamlet. [Within] Mother, mother, mother! Queen. I'll warrant you, fear me not. Withdraw, I hear [Polonius hides behind the arras. him coming. Enter HAMLet. Hamlet. Now, mother, what's the matter? Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. Hamlet. Mother, you have my father much offended. 10 Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. Hamlet. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet! Hamlet. Queen. Have you forgot me? Hamlet. What's the matter now? No, by the rood, not so: You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; Queen. Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak. Hamlet. 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. 20 Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me? Help, help, ho! Polonius. [Behind] What, ho! help, help, help! Hamlet. [Drawing] How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead! [Makes a pass through the arras. Polonius. [Behind] O, I am slain! Queen. [Falls and dies. O me, what hast thou done? Hamlet. Nay, I know not: is it the king? Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! Hamlet. A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king, and marry with his brother. Queen. As kill a king! Hamlet. 30 Ay, lady, 'twas my word. [Lifts up the arras and discovers Polonius. Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down, If it be made of penetrable stuff, If damned custom have not brass'd 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? Such an act 40 Hamlet. A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow; With tristful visage, as against the doom, Is thought-sick at the act. That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? Hamlet. Look here, upon this picture, and on this, This was your husband. Look you now, what follows: 50 60 Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd To serve in such a difference. What devil was 't O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame 70 80 O Hamlet, speak no more: 90 Queen. As will not leave their tinct. O, speak to me no more; These words like daggers enter in mine ears; Hamlet. A murderer and a villain; A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, |