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Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose
Ah, me, what act,
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: flows: This was your husband.-Look you, now, what folHere is your husband ; like à mildew'd ear, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it, love: for, at your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, 'tis humble, And waits upon the judgment: And what judgment Would step from this to this? Sense**, sure you have, Else, could you not have motion: Bút, sure, that sense Is apoplex’d; for madness would not err; Nor sense to ecstacytt was ne'er so thrallid, But it reserv'd some quantity of choice, * Marriage contract.
† Sorrowful. Index prefixed to a book, § Apollo's. The act of standing.
To grow fat. * Sensation.
To serve in such a difference, What devil was't,
0, Hamlet, speak no more:
Enter GHOST. Ham. Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards !—What would your gracious Queen. Alas, he's mad!
Ghost. Do not forget! This visitation
How is it with you, lady?
* Blindman's-buff, $ Colour.
Be so stupid.
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
Queen. To whom do you speak this?
Do you see nothing there?
No, nothing but ourselves. Ham. Why, look you there: look, how it steals away! My father, in bis habit as he liv'd! 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, And makes as healthful music: It is not madness, That I have utter'd: bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word; which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass, but my madness speaks: It will but skin and film the ulcerous place; Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,
* The hair of animals is excrementitious, that is, without life or sensation. + Intelligent.
# Actions. ♡ Perhaps. || Frenzy.
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
Queen. O, Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, And live the purer with the other half. Good night, but go not to my uncle's bed; Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat Of habit's devil, is angel yet in this ; That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock, or livery, That aptly is put on: Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness Tu the next abstinence: the next more easy: For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either curb the devil, or throw him out With wondrous potency. Once more, good night! And when you are desirous to be bless'd, I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,
[Pointing to POLONIUS. I do repent: But heaven hath pleas'd it so,To punish me with this, and this with me, That I must be their scourge and minister. I will bestow him, and will answer well The death I gave him. So, again, good-night! I must be cruel, only to be kind : Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.But, one word more, good lady. Queen.
What shall I do? Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do: Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed ; Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you, his mouses;
# A term of endearment.
And let him, for a pair of reechy* kisses,
Queen. Be thou assur’d, if words be made of breath,
Ham. I must to England: you know that?
Alack, I had forgot; 'tis so concluded on. [fellows,
Ham. There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolWhom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd ll, They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way, And marshal me to knavery: Let it work; For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Hoist with his own petars: and it shall go hard, But I will delve one yard below their mines, And blow them at the moon.
SORROWS RARELY SINGLE.
O, GERTRUDE, Gertrude, When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions !
* Steaming with heat. + Toad.
# Cat. $ Experiments.
| Having their teeth. Blown up with his own bomb.