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That I distrust you; yet though I distrust,
Duke, 'Faith, I must leave thee, Love, and shortly
Duch. Oh, confound the rest!
breast : In second husband let me be accors'd! None wed the second, but who kill the first.
Ham. Wormwood, wormsood !
Duch. The instances that second marriage move,
Duke. I do believe you think what now you speak;:
The great man down, you mark. his fav'rite flies ;
poor advanc'd, makes friends of enemies.
Duch. Nor earth co me give food, nor heaven light #
Ham. If the should break it now.
My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
[Sleeps. Duch, Sleep rock thy brain, And never come miletrance between us twain! [Exit,
Ham: Madam, how like you this play?"
King. Have you heard the argument, is there no of fence in't ?
Ham. No, no they do but jest, poifon in jest, no of fence.i' th' world.
King. What do you call the play?
Ham. The Mouse-trap; Varrry, how tropi. gally. This play, is the image of a murther done in Vienna; Gonzago is the Duke's name, his wife's Baptista; you fhuli see anon 'tis a 'knavish piece of work : but what o' that? your Majesty, and we that have free:
*i. c. may I be as clofely and straitly confined as the most more tified seclufc.
fouls, it touches us not ; let the gallid jade winch, our withers are unwrung.
Oph. You are as good as a chorus, my Lord.
Ham. I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see the puppets dallying.
Oph. You are keen, my Lord, you are keen
Ham. It would cost you a groaning to take off my. edge.
Opb. Still better and worfe.
Ham. So you mistake your husbands. Begin, murtherer... Leave thy damnable faces, and
begin Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.
Lac. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time Confederate season, and no creature feeing : (agreeing :* Thou mixture rank, of imidnight-weeds collected, With Hecate's bane thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy nacural magic, and dire property, On wholesome lite ufurp immediately.
[Pours the prison into his ears. Ham. He poisons him i'th' garden for's estate ; his name's Gonzago ; the story is extant, and writ in choice. Italian., You Thall see anon how the murtherer gets the. love of Gonzago's wife,
Oph. The King rises.
[Exeunde CENE VII: Manent, Hamlet and Horatior Ham. Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;
So runs the world away. Would not this, Sir, and a forest of feathers, (if the reit of my. fortunes turn Turk with me), with two pros
vincial roses on my rayed shoes, get me a fellowfbip in: a cry of players *, sir?
Hor. Half a share..
Ham. A whole one, I. 6. For thou dost know, oh Damon dear,
". This realm dismantled was
“ A very, very, peacock t.
Hor. Oh, good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pounds. Didst perceive ?
Hor. Very well, my Lord.
Enter. Rosincrantz and Guildenstern.
Guil. Goud my. Lord, vouchsafe me a word with yoy.
Ham. Your wisdom should shew itself more rich, to fignify this to his 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 fome: frame, and start -not-so wildly from my affair.
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. Thall please you to make me a whole tome answer, I will do your mother's commandment ; • An allusion to a pack of hounds.
+. This alludes to a fable of the birds chuling a king, instead ofx the cagle, a peacock..
if not, your pardos, dod my return fhall be the end of my business.
Ham, Sir, I cannot.
Ham. Make you a wholfome answer : my wit's difeas'd. But, Sir, such answer as I can make,
you saall command; or rather, as you say, my mother---therefore no more but to the matter my mother, you Say
Rof. Then thuis she says: Your behaviour hath struck her into amazement, and admiration.
Ham. () wooderful fon, that can fo altonish a mother! but is there no fequel at the heels of this mother's admiration ?
Rof Sbe defiees to speak with you in her clofet ere you go to bed.
Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother, Have you any further trade with us?
Rof. My Lord, you once did love me.
you do surely bar the door of your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend.
Ham, Sir, i lack advancement,
Rof. How can that be, when you have the voice of the King himself for your fuccedion in Denmark?
Ham Ay, but while the grass grows the proverb is something muity.
Entei one, with a Recorder, Oh, the recorders; let me see onc. To withdraw with you_why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a coil ? Guil, Oh, 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?
Guil, My Lord, I cannot.