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Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing ; Confederate season, else no creature seeing ; Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, With Hecat's ban” thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy natural magick and dire property, On wholesome life usurp immediately. [Pours the Poison into the Sleeper's Ears. Ham. He poisons him i'the garden for his estate. His name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and written in very choice Italian : You shall see anon, how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. Oph. The king rises. Ham. What frighted with false fire! Queen. How fares my lord Pol. Give o'er the play. King. Give me some light:—away! Pol. Lights, lights, lights' o [Eveunt all but HAMLET and HoRATIo. Ham. Why, let the strucken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play : For some must watch, while some must sleep; Thus runs the world away.— Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers,” (if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk" with me,) with two Provencial roses on my razed" shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry” of players, sir? Hor. Half a share. Ham. A whole one, I.
* Curse. s For his head. “Change conditions. 7 Stashed. * Pack, company.
For thou dost know, O Damon dear, This realm dismantled was Of Jove himself; and now reigns here A very, very—peacock. Hor. You might have rhymed. Ham. O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pound. Didst perceive? Hor. Very well, my lord. Ham. Upon the talk of the poisoning, Hor. I did very well note him. Ham. Ah, ha!—Come, some musick; come, the recorders.9— For if the king like not the comedy, Why then, belike, -he likes it not, perdy.'—
Enter Ros ENCRANTz and GUILDENSTERN.
Come, some musick. w Guil. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you. Ham. Sir, a whole history. Guil. The king, sir, Ham. Ay, sir, what of him? Guil. Is, in his retirement, marvellous distempered. Ham. With drink, sir? Guil. No, my lord, with choler. Ham. Your wisdom should show itself more richer, to signify this to the doctor; for, for me to put him to his purgation, would, perhaps, plunge him into more choler. Guil. Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair.
• A kind of flute. * Par Piew.
Ham. I am tame, sir:-pronounce. Guil. The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you. Ham. You are welcome. Guil. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's commandment: if not, your pardon, and my return, shall be the end of my business. Ham. Sir, I cannot. Guil. What, my lord Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased: But, sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command; or, rather, as you say, my mother: therefore no more, but to the matter: My mother you say, - Ros. Then thus she says; Your behaviour hath struck her into amazement and admiration. Ham. O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother'—But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration ? impart. Ros. She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you go to bed. Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any further trade” with us? Ros. My lord, you once did love me. Ham. And do still, by these pickers and stealers;3 Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you do, surely, but bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend.
* Business. 3 Hands.
Ham. Sir, I lack advancement.
Ros. How can that be, when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark 2
Ham. Ay, sir, but, While the grass grows, the proverb is something musty.
Enter the 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 Guil. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly. Ham. I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe 2 Guil. My lord, I cannot. Ham. I pray you. Guil. Believe me, I cannot. Ham. I do beseech you. Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord. Ham. '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 musick. Look you, these are the stops. Guil. But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony; I have not the skill. Ham. 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 musick, 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, you cannot play upon me.
Enter Polo NIUs.
God bless you, sir!
5 Utmost stretch.