Queen. What have I done, that thou dar ft wag thy In noife fo rude against me? Ham. Such an act, [tongue That blurs the grace and blush of modefty; With triftful vilage and, as 'gainst the doom, Queen Ay me! what act? Ham. That roars fo loud, it thunders to the Indies. Look here upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit prefentment of two brothers. "See, what a grace was feated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself †; "An eye, like Mars, to threaten or command; "A ftation, like the herald Mercury "New lighted on a heaven kiffing hill; "A combination, and a form indeed, "Where every god did feem to fet his feal, "To give the world affurance of a man. "This was your husband.- Look you now, what fol"Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear, [lows; "Blafting his wholefome 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? Senfe, fure, you have, Elfe could you not have notion: but, fure, that fenfe Is apoplex'd for madnefs would not err; Contraction, for marriage-contract. Aliading to the defcription of Phidias's Jup'ter from Homer. # Station here fignifies an attitude, a filent pofture, fixed demean> er of perfon, in opposition to an active behaviour. Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd, But it referv'd fome quantity of choice O fhame! where is thy blufh? rebellious hell, And melt in her own fire Proclaim no fhame, When the compulsive ardour gives the charge; And reafon panders will, Queen. O Hamlet, fpeak no more. Thou turn't mine eyes into my very foul, Ham. Nay, but to live 3 In the rank fweat of an inceftuon's bed, Queen. Oh, fpeak no more; Thefe words like daggers enter in mine ears. Ham. A murtherer, and a villain ! A flave, that is not twentieth part the tithe Queen. No more. Enter Ghaft. Ham. A king of fhreds and patches Save me! and hover o'er me with your wings, [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, "That laps'd in time and paffion, lets go by Ghost. Do not forget this vifitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose, Ham. How is it with you, Lady? That thus you bend your eye on vacancy, Ham." On him! on him! -look you, how pale "he glares! "His form and caufe conjoin'd, preaching to ftones, "My stern effects; then what I have to do, Ham. Do you fee nothing there?: 1 [Pointing to the Ghoft Queen. Nothing at all; yet all that is, I fee. Ham. Nor did you nothing hear? Queen. No, nothing but ourselves. Ham. Why, look you there! look how it steals a- My father in his habit as he lived! Look where he goes ev'n now, out at the portal. [way !! [Exit: Gheft. Queen This is the very coinage of your brain,. This bodilefs creation ecftafy Is very cunning in... The hairs are excrementitious, that is, without life or fenfat tion: yet thofe very hairs, as if they had life, ftart up, &c. Ham. What ecstasy? My pulfe, as your's, doth temp'rately keep time. "And make as healthful mufic. 'Tis not madness "That I have utter'd; bring me to the teft, And the matter will re-word; which madness "Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your foul, That not your trefpaís, but my madnets fpeaks. It will but skin and film the ulcerous place; Whilst rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unfeen. Confefs yourfelf to heav'n; Repent what's paft, avoid what is to come; And do not spread the compolt on the weeds To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue; For, in the fatnefs of thefe purfy times, Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg, Yea, courb, and wooe, for leave to do it good. Queen, Oh Hamlet! thou haft cleft my heart in twain. Ham. Q, throw away the worfer part of it, And live the purer with the other half. That monfter Cuftem, who all fenfe doth eat : That aptly is put on refrain to-night; To the next abftinence: the next, more eafy; [Pointing to Polonius Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. Ham. Not this by no means that I bid you do, Or padling in your neck with his dama'd fingers, That I effentially am not in madness, But mad in craft. "Twere good you let him know. Unpeg the basket on the house's top, Let the birds fly, and like the famous ape, And break your own neck down.. Queen. Be thou affur'd, if words be made of breath, Ham. I muft to England, you know that? (Whom I will truft, as I will adders fang'd), [lows, I'll lug the guts into the neighbour-room; Come, Sir, to draw toward an end with you. [Exit Hamlet, tugging in Polonius. |