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go to bed.
Rof. She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you
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,
Rof. Good my Lord, what is your cause of distemper 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 succession in Denmark?
Ham. Ay, but while the grass grows the proverb is something musty.
Enter one with a Recorder. Oh, the recorders ; let me see 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 do beseech you.
Ham. 'Tis as easie as lying; govern these ventiges with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent musick. Look you, these are the flops.
Guil. But these 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 seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my myıtery, you would sound me from my lowest note, to.
the top of my compass; and there is much musick, ex. cellent 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. God bless
Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in shape of a Camel ?
Pol. By the mass, and it's like a Gamel indeed.
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 say so.
S CE N E IX.
I your commission will forth with dispatch,
Guil. We will provide ourselves;
Rof. The single and peculiar life is bound,
King. Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage ;
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Oh my offence is rank, it smells to heav'n,
What can it not?
[The King kneels.
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S C E N E X.
Enter Hamlet. Ham. Now might I do it pat, now he is praying, And now I'll do'(and so he goes to heav'n, And so am I reveng'd? that would be scann'd, A villain kills my father, and for that. 1, his sole fon, do this fame villain send To heav'n this is hire and falary, not revenge. He took my father grofly, full of bread, With all his crimes broad blown, as Aush as May; And how his audit stands, who knows, fave heav'n? But in our circumstance and course of thought, 'Tis heavy with him. Am I then reveng'd, To take him in the purging of his soul, When he is fit and season'd for his passage ? Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid bent: When he is drunk, alleep, or in his rage, Or in th' incestuous pleasure of his bed, At gaming, swearing, or about some act That has no relish of salvation in't, Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heav'n, And that his soul may be as damn’d and black As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays ; This physick but prolongs thy sickly days. [Exit.
King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below ; Words, withour thoughts, never to heaven go. (Exit.
The Queen's Apartment.
Enter Queen and Polonius. Pol. НЕ E will come straight ; look you lay home to
him, Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with, Bb 2