Queen. I'll warrant you, fear me not. Withdraw, I hear him coming. [Polonius hides himself behind the Arras. Enter Hamlet. Ham. Now, mother, what's the matter? You are the Queen, your husband's brother's wife, You are my mother. Queen. Nay, then I'll fet thofe to you that can speak. Ham. Come, come, and fit you down ; you shall not budge: You go not, 'till I fet you up a glass Where you may fee the inmost part of you. Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murther me? Help, ho. Pol. What ho, help. [Behind the Arras. Hamlet kills Polonius. Ham. How now, a rat? dead for a ducate, dead. Pol. Oh, I am flain. Queen. Oh me, what haft thou done? Ham. Nay, I know not: is it the King? 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? Ham. Ay, lady, 'twas my word. Thou wretched, rafh, intruding fool, farewel, [To Polonius. I took thee for thy Betters; take thy fortune; If it be made of penetrable ftuff: If damned cuftom have not braz'd it fo, Queen. What have I done, that thou dar'it wag thy tongue In noife fo rude against me? Ham. Such an act, That blurs the grace and blufh of modesty Queen. Ay me! what act, That roars fo loud, and thunders in the index ? lows ; Look you now, what fol Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear, Would Would step from this to this? Senfe, fure, you have, (24) To ferve in fuch a diff'rence.- -What devil was't, O fhame! where is thy blufh? rebellious hell, And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame, When the compulfive ardour gives the charge; And Reason panders Will. Queen. O'Hamlet, speak no more. Thou turn'ft mine eyes into my very foul, Ham. Nay, but to live In the rank fweat of an incestuous bed, Stew'd in corruption, honying and making love Queen. Oh, fpeak no more; These words like daggers enter in mine ears. Ham. A murtherer, and a villain! A flave, that is not twentieth part the tythe A Vice of Kings; (24) Senfe, fure, you have, &c.] Mr. Pope has left out the Quantity of about eight Verfes here, which I have taken care to replace. They are not, indeed, to be found in the two elder Folio's, but they carry the Style, Expreffion, and Cast of Thought, peculiar to our Author; and that they were not an Interpolation from another Hand needs no better Proof, than that they are in all the oldeft Quarto's. A cut A cutpurfe of the Empire and the Rule, Queen. No more. Enter Ghoft. Ham. A King of fhreds and patches- [Starting up. You heav'nly guards! what would your gracious figure? Queen. Alas, he's mad Ham. Do you not come your tardy fon to chide, Ghoft. Do not forget: this vifitation Is but to whet thy almoft blunted purpose. Ham. How is it with you, lady? His form and caufe conjoin'd, preaching to ftones, Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for blood. Ham. Do you fee nothing there? [Pointing to the Ghoft. Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I fee. Ham. Nor did you nothing hear? Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it steals away! My father in his habit as he lived! Look, where he goes ev'n now, out at the portal. [Exit Ghoft Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain, This bodilefs creation Ecstasy Is very cunning in. Ham. What Ecstasy? My pulfe, as yours, doth temp'rately keep time, And I the matter will re-word; which madness Yea, courb, and wooe, for leave to do it good. Queen. Oh Hamlet! thou haft cleft my heart in twain. Ham. O, throw away the worfer part of it, And live the purer with the other half. Good night; but go not to mine uncle's bed: That monster custom, who all fense doth eat (25) (25) That Monster Custom, who all Sense doth eat, Of Ho |