97 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! Ham. How now! a rat?' Dead, for a ducat, dead. 730 [HAMLET strikes at POLONIUS through the Arras. Pol. [Behind.] O, I am slain. Queen. O me, what hast thou done? Ham. Nay, I know not: Is it the king? 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. Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewel! 740 [To POLONIUS. I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune : Thou find'st, to be too busy, is some danger. Leave wringing of your hands: Peace; sit you down, And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff'; If damned custom have not braz'd it so, That it be proof and bulwark against sense. 750 Queen. What have I done, that thou dar'st wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me? Ham. Such an act, That blurs the grace and blush of modesty : A rhapsody of words: Heaven's face doth glow; With tristful visage, as against the doom, Is thought-sick at the act. Queen. Ay me, what act, That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? 760 779 Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man: This was your husband. follows: -Look you now, what 780 Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, Else, could you not have motion: But, sure, that sense Is apoplex'd for madness would not err; : Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd, But it reserv'd some quantity of choice, To serve in such a difference. What devil was't, 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, When the compulsive ardour gives the charge; 800 Since frost itself as actively doth burn, 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, Ham. Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an incestuous bed; Stew'd in corruption; honeying, and making love Over the nasty stye; Queen. O, speak to me no more; These words like daggers enter in mine ears; Ham. A murderer, and a villain : A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe your precedent lord :- A cutpurse of the empire and the rule: That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, Queen. No more. Enter Ghost. Ham. A king of shreds and patches: 810 820 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, Ghost. Do not forget: This visitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. 830 But, |