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Queen. What have I done, that thou dar it wag In noise so rude against me ?
[tongue Ham. Such an act, That blurs the grace and blush of modesty ; Calls virtue hypocrice ; takes off the rose From the fair torehead of an innocent love, And fets a blister there ; makes marriage vows As false as dicers' oaths. Oh, such a deed, As from the body of contraction * plucks The very foul, and sweet religion makes A rhapfody of words Heav'n's face doth glow O'er this folidity and compound mass With tristful vilage and, as 'gainst the doom, Is thought-lick ai the act.
Queen Ay me! what act ?
Ham. That roars six loud, it thunders to the Indies, Look here upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. " See, what a grace was seated on this brow ;
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself t; “ An eye, like Mars, to threaten or command ; " A station , like the herald Mercury “ New.lighted on a heaven killing hill; " A combination, and a form indeed, “ Where every god did seem to fet his seal, “ To give the world assurance of a man. ". This was your husband.- Look you now, what fol" Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear, [lows;
blasting bis wholesome 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 ? Sense, fure, you have, Elle could you not have notion : but, fure, that seule Is apoplex'd : for madnels would cot err ;
• Contraction, for marriage-contrift. † Alieding to the description of Phidias's Jup'ter from Homer.
# Station here signifies an attitude, a lilent posture, fixed demeaner of person, in oppolition to an active buhaviour,
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrallid,
Queen. 0 Hamlet, fpeak no more.
Ham. Nay, but to live
Queen. Oh, speak no more ;
Ham. A murtherer, and a villain !
[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 paflion, lets go by
Ghost. Do not forget : this visitation
Ham. How is it with you, Lady ?
? That thus you bend your eye on vacancy; And with th’incorporal air do hold discourse ?" Forth at your eyes your ipirits wildly peep, And, as the sleeping foldiers in th' alarm, Your bedded hairs, like life in excrements Start up, and stand on end. O gentle fon, Upon the beat and Aime of thy Jiste riper Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look ! llam.." On him! on him!. look you, how pale:
“ he glares ! “ His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, “ Would make them capabile. Do not look on me, " Left with this piteous action you convert " My Itern effects ;: then what I hare to do, Will want true.colour; tears, perchance, for blood.
Queen. To who.n do you speak this ?.
[Pointing to the Ghoft.
Ham. Why, look you there! look how it steals a-My father in his habit as he lived !
[way! Look where he goes ev'n now, out at the portal.
[Exit. Gheli. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain, This bodiless creation ecitaly, Is very cunning in...
* The hairs are excrementisinuis, that is, without life or finsa. tion : yet thuse very hairs, as if ihcy liad life, Itart up, °C,
Ham. What ecstasy?
not to mine uncle's bed. Affume a virive, if you have it not.
hat monster Custom, who all sense doth eat of habits evil, is angel yet in this; That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock, or livery, That aptly is put on: refrain to-night ; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence: the next, more easy; For use can almost change the stanıp of nature, Ard malier evin the devil, or throw him out With wondrous potency. Once more, good night! And when you are delirous to be blessid, l'll blefling beg of you. For this fame Lord,
[Pointing to Polonius I do repent: but heav'n hath pleas'd it 10, To punish ır.e with this, and this with me, That I must be their scourge and minister. I will beltow him, and will answer well The death I gave him, so again good night! laust be cruel, only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Queen. What all I do?
do, Let the bloat King tempt you again to bed; Pinch wanton on your
Queen. Be thou allur'd, if words be made of brea:lt; And breath of life, I have no life to breathe What thou hast said to me, Han. I must to England, you know that ?
Queen Alack, I had forgót; ?tis so concluded on.
[Exit Hamlet, tugging in Polonius,