distemper? you do surely bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend. Hamlet. Sir, I lack advancement. Rosencrantz. How can that be, when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark? 309 Hamlet. Ay, sir, but 'While the grass grows,'-the proverb is something musty. Re-enter Players with recorders. O, the recorders! let me see one. To withdraw with you: -why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? Guildenstern. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly. Hamlet. I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe? Guildenstern. My lord, I cannot. Hamlet. I pray you. Guildenstern. Believe me, I cannot. Hamlet. I do beseech you. Guildenstern. I know no touch of it, my lord. 320 Hamlet. 'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops. Guildenstern. But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony; I have not the skill. 329 Hamlet. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me. F Enter POLONIUS. God bless you, sir! Polonius. My lord, the queen would speak with you, and presently. 341 Hamlet. Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? Polonius. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Polonius. It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet. Or like a whale? Polonius. Very like a whale. Hamlet. Then I will come to my mother by and by. [Aside.] They fool me to the top of my bent.-I will come by and by. Polonius. I will say so. 351 [Exit Polonius. Hamlet. By and by' is easily said. Leave me, friends. [Exeunt all but Hamlet. 'Tis now the very witching time of night, Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother. O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever 360 Let me be cruel, not unnatural : I will speak daggers to her, but use none; SCENE III. A room in the castle. Enter KING, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTern. King. I like him not, nor stands it safe with us To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you; I your commission will forthwith dispatch, [Exit. And he to England shall along with you: Guildenstern. We will ourselves provide: Most holy and religious fear it is To keep those many many bodies safe Rosencrantz. The single and peculiar life is bound, Never alone Did the king sigh, but with a general groan. King. Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage; For we will fetters put upon this fear, Which now goes too free-footed. Rosencrantz. Guildenstern. Polonius. My lord, Behind the arras I'll We will haste us. ΤΟ 20 [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Enter POLONIUS. he's going to his mother's closet: convey myself, To hear the process; I'll warrant she'll tax him home: 'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother, And tell you what I know. 30 40 King. Thanks, dear my lord. [Exit Polonius. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder. Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will: My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy But to confront the visage of offence? And what's in prayer but this twofold force, To be forestalled ere we come to fall, Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up; 50 My fault is past. But O, what form of prayer Can serve my turn? 'Forgive me my foul murder'? O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged! Help, angels! make assay! 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. Hamlet. Now might I do it pat, now he is praying; And now I'll do 't: and so he goes to heaven; And so am I revenged. That would be scann'd: looked me I, his sole son, do this same villain send O, this is hire and salary, not revenge. He took my father grossly, full of bread, 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, This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. [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: |