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А с т III. S CE NE I.

The palace.
Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosincrantza-

Guildenstern, ana Lords.
King. ND can you by no drift of conference

Get froin him why he puts on this confusion,
Grating fo harihly all his days of quiet,
With turbulent and dang 'rous lunacy?

Rof. He does confess, he feels himself distracted :: But from what cause, he will by no means speak.

Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be founded ;;
But with a crafty madness keeps aloof,
When we would bring him on to some confeffion
Of his true Itate,

Queen. Did he receive you well?
Rof. Most like a gentleman.
Guil, But with much forcing of his disposition.

Rof. Molt free of question, but of our demands
Niggard in his reply.

Queen. Did you assay him to any pastime?

Rof. Madam, it fo tell out, that certain players
We o'er rode on the way; of these we told him :
And there did seein in him a kind of joy
To hear of it: they are about the court;
And (as I think) they have already order
This night to play before himn.

Pol. 'Tis most true :
And he beseech'd me to intreat your Majesties
To hear and see the matter.

King. With all my heart, and it doth much content To hear him to inclin'd.

[me Good gentlemen, give him a further edge; And drive his purpose on to thele delights. Rof We lhall, my Lord..

[Exeunt, King. Sweet Gertrude, leave us too ; For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither. That he, as 'twere by accident, may here Affront Ophelia. Her father, and myself, Will fo beltow ourselves, that seeing, unseen,

We may of their encounter frankly judge;.
And gather by him, as he is behaved,
If t be th' affliction of his love, or no,
That thus he suffers for.

Queen. I thall obey you.
And for my part, Ophelia, I do willi,
That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet's wildness : fo shall I hope your virtues
May bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honours.
Oph. Madam, I wilh it may.

[Exit Queen. Pol. Ophelia, walk you here --Gracious, so pleafe We will be tow ourselves-Read on this book : [ye... That shew of such an exercise

may

colour Your loneliness. We're oft to blame in-chis, 'Tis too much prov'd, that with devotion's visage, And pious action, we do sugar o er The devil himself.

King. Oh, 'tis too true; How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience ! The harlot's cheek, beautied with plalt'ring art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it, Than is my deed to my molt painted word, [Afide. Ob heavy burthen! Pol, i hear himn coming ; let's withdraw, my Lord.

[Exeunt all but Ophelia.. SC. EN E II.

E Enter Hamlet. Ham “ To be, or not to be? that is the question.-6. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer • The flings and arrows of outrageous fortune ; “ Or to take arms against affail of troubles, " And by oppofing end them ?-To die,--to fleep" No more ; and by a sleep, to say, we end « The heart ache, and the thouland natural shocks " That flesh is heir to ;- 'ris a conlummation * Devoutly to be will'd. To die to sleep " To fleep? perchance to dream; ay, there's cherub6. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, , " When we have thuffled off this mortal coil, • Must give us pause. There's the respect.* " That makes calamity of so long, life.

religcft, for confideration, motivee

"For who would bear the whips and scorns of th' time, "Th' oppreffor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, " The pang of despis'd love, the law's delay, ". The infolence of office, and the ipurps " That patient merit of th’unworthy takes; " When he himself might his quietus make " With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, " To grope and sweat under a weary life ; " But that the dread of something after death

(That undiscover'd country, from whole bourne " No traveller returns) puzzles the will; 5 And makes us rather bear those ills we have, " Than fly to others that we know not of ? " Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; h And thus the native bue of resolution " Is ficklied o'er with the pale cast of thought i “ And enterprises of great pith and moment, " With this regard their currents turn awry, " And lose the name of action Soft you, now!

[Seeing Oph. The fair Ophelia ! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my lips remembred.

Oph. Good my Lord,
How does your Honour for this many a day?

Ham. I humbly thank you, well;

Oph. My Lord, I have remembrances of your's, That I have longed long to re-deliver, I pray you, now receive them; Ham. No, I never gave you aught. Oph. My honour'd Lord, you know right well you

did; And with them words of io sweat breath compos'd, As made the things more rich : that perfume lost, Take these again ; for to the coble mind Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind, 'I here, my Lord.

Ham. Ha, ha! are you honeft? Oph. My Lord. Ham. Are you fair ? Oph What means your Lordship? Ham. That if you be honelt and fair, you Bould admit no difccurle to your beauty.

Oph. Could beauty, my Lord, have better commerce than with honesty?

Ham. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honeily from what it is. to a bawd, than the force of honesty can translate beauty into its likeneis. This was fometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof.--I did love you once.

Oph. Indeed, my Lord, you made me believe so.

Ham. You should not have believed me. For virtue cannot so inoculate our old lock, but we thall relish of it. I lov'd you not.

Oph. I was the more deceiv'd.

Ham. Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of finners? I am myfelt indifferent honeit ; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better my niother had not born ine. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in name, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between heav'n and earth? we are arrant knaves, believe none of usGo thy ways to a nunpery Where's your father?

Oph. At home, my Lord.

Ham. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own houle, Farewel,

Oph. Oh help him, you (weet heav'ns !

Ham. It thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Be thou as chaite as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny“Get thee to a nunnery --farewel --Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough, what monsters you make of them To a nulnery, gomma and quickly too: farewel.

Oph. Heav'nly powers, restore him!

Ham. I have heard of your painting too, well enough. God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you amble, and you lifp, and nick. name God's creatures, and make your wantonnels your ignorance, Go 1o, I'll no more on't, it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no inore marriages. Tbo.e that are married already, all but one, lhall live;

the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.

[Exit Hamlet. Oph. “Oh, what a noble mind is here o’erthrowri! " The courtier's, scholar's, foldier's, eye, tongue, sword ! ". Th'expectancy and rose of the fair tate, 6. The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, Th'observ'd of all observers, quite, quite down! I am of ladies most deject and wretched, That fuck'd the honey of his music vows : “ Now see that noble and most fovereign reason, " Like sweet bells jangled out of tune, and harlh ; " That urmatch'd form, and feature of blown youth, " Blasted with ecstasy Oh, woe is me, T' have seen what I have seen, see what I fee!...

SCE N E III. Enter King and Polonius.

King. Love! his affe&iuns do not that way tend; Nor what he spoke, tho' it lack d form a little, Was not like madness. Something's in his soul, O'er which his melancholy fits on brood; And, i do doubt, the hatch and the disclose Will be some danger, which, how to prevent, I have in quick determination Thus set it down. He shall with speed to England, For the demand of our neglected tribute : Haply the seas, and countries different, With variable objects, shall expel This something.tettled matter in his heart; Whereon his brains still beating, put him thus Fror fashion of himlelf. What think you on't ?

Pol. It shall do well. But yet do I believe, The origin and commencement of this grief Sprong from neglected love. How now, Ophelia You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet faid, We heard it all. My Lord, do as you please ;

[Exit Ophelia. Rut if you hold it fit, after the play Let his Queen-inother all alone intreat him To thew his griets ; let her be round with him: And I'll be plac'd, so please you, in the ear Of all their cont'rence. If the find him not, To England send him; or confine him, where Your wisdom belt Thall think.

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