Rof. She defires to speak with you in her closet ere you go to bed. Ham. We fhall obey, were fhe ten times our mother.. Have you any further trade with us? Rof. My Lord, you once did love me. Ham. So I do ftill, by these pickers and stealers. Rof. Good my Lord, what is your cause of diftemper? you do furely 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 fucceffion in Denmark? Ham. Ay, but while the grafs grows the proverb is fomething musty. Enter one with a Recorder. Oh, the recorders; let me fee one. To withdraw with you -why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? 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. Ham. I pray you. Guil. Believe me, I cannot. Ham. I do befeech you. Guil. I know no touch of it, my Lord. i Ham. 'Tis as eafie as lying; govern thefe ventiges with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will difcourfe moft eloquent mufick. Look you, these are the flops. Guil. But thefe cannot I command to any utterance of harmony, I have not the skill. Ham Why look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me; you would play upon me, you would feem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery, you would found me from my loweft note, to. the the top of my compafs; and there is much mufick, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. Why do you think that I am easier to be plaid on than a pipe? call me what inftrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. you, Sir! Enter Polonius. Pol. My Lord, the Queen would speak with presently. God blefs you, and Ham. Do you fee yonder cloud, that's almost in shape of a Camel? Pol. By the mafs, and it's like a Camel indeed. Ham. Methinks it is like an Ouzle. Pol. It is black like an Ouzle. Ham. Or like a Whale? Pol. Very like a Whale. Ham. Then will I come to my mother by and by they fool me to the top of my bent.I will come by and by. Pol. I will fay fo. Ham. By and by is eafily faid. Leave me, friends. [Exeunt. 'Tis now the very witching time of night, Would quake to look on. Soft, now to my mother- I will speak daggers to her, but ufe none. SCENE [Exit. IX. Enter King, Rofincroffe, and Guildenstern. King. I like him not, nor ftands it fafe with us To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you; I e de 04 2 af I your commiffion will forthwith dispatch, Guil. We will provide ourselves; Rof. The fingle and peculiar life is bound, King. Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage; For we will fetters put upon this fear, Which now goes too free-footed. Both. We will hafte us. [Exeunt Rof. and Guil. Enter Polonius. Pol. My Lord, he's going to his mother's closet ; To hear the procefs. I'll warrant fhe'll tax him home. 'Tis meet that fome more audience than a mother, And tell you what I know. King. Thanks, dear my Lord. [Exit. Bb Oh old edit. Theob. emend 6 depends and refts Oh my offence is rank, it fmells to heav'n, A brother's murther.7 'Pray alas! I cannot: And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force, Or pardon'd being down? then I'll look up. Of thofe effects for which I did the murther, All may be well. [The King kneels. SCENE 7 Pray I cannot : & as will,... old edit. Theob, emend. 9 it, Ham. Now might I do it pat, now he is praying, I, his fole fon, do this fame villain fend To heav'n-O this is hire and falary, not revenge. With all his crimes broad blown, as flufh as May; Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heav'n, [Exit. King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below; Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. [Exit. Pol. HE E will come ftraight; look you lay home to him, Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with, Bb 2 And |