Ham. [within.] Mother! mother! mother! Fear me not :--withdraw, I hear him coming. Enter HAMLET. Ham. Now, mother, what's the matter? Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. Ham. Mother, you have my father much offended. Queen. Come, come, you answer me with an idle tongue. Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet? Ham. What's the matter now? Queen. Have you forgot me? Ham. No, by the rood, not so: You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; [mother. And-would it were not so! you are my Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak. Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge; You go not till I set you up a glass 20 Where you may see the inmost part of you. Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me? Help, help, ho! Pol. [behind.] What, ho! help! help! help! Ham. How now; a rat? [Draws. Dead, for a ducat, dead. [HAMLET makes a pass through the arras. Pol. [behind.] O, I am slain. [Falls and dies. Nay, I know not: Queen. O me, what hast thou done? Ham. Is it the king? [Lifts up the arras, and draws forth POLONIUS. Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is As kill a king, and marry with his brother, Ham. Ay, lady, 'twas my word.— [To POL.] Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! ger. I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune: If damned custom have not brazed it so In noise so rude against me? Ham. And sets a blister there; makes marriage VOWS As false as dicers' oaths: O, such a deed 50 Yea, this solidity and compound mass, Queen. dex? 60 New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, Blasting his 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 70 The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have, Else could you not have motion: but sure Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err; That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman- Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Or but a sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope. O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, And reason panders will. Queen. spots As will not leave their tinct. Ham. Stew'd in corruption— Nay, but to live 80 90 100 Queen. O, speak to me no more; These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears; No more, sweet Hamlet! Ham. Queen. No more! Ham. A king of shreds and patches: Enter Ghost. Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards!-What would your gracious figure? Queen. Alas! he's mad. Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by The important acting of your dread command? O, say! Ghost. Do not forget: this visitation IIO Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. But look! amazement on thy mother sits: O, step between her and her fighting soul; Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works: Speak to her, Hamlet. Ham. How is it with you, lady? |