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I prethee, when thou seest that A& a-foot,
Hor. Well, my Lord.
stern, and other Lords Attendant, with his Guard carrying Torches. Danish March. Sound a Flourish.
Ham. They are coming to the Play; I must be idle. Get you a Place.
King. How fares my Cousin Hamlet? Ham. Excellent i'faith, of the Camelion's Dish : I eat the Air, promise-cramm'd, you cannot feed Capons so.
King. I have nothing with this Answer, Hamlet, these Words are not mine.
Ham. No, nor mine, now, my Lord. You plaid once i'th' University, you say?
[To Polonius. Pol. That I did, my Lord, and was accounted a good Actor.
Ham, And what did you enact :
Pol. I did enad Julius Cefar, I was kill'd i'th' Capitol : Brutus kill'd me.
Ham. It was a brute part of him, to kill fo Capital a Calf there. Be the Players ready?
Ros. Ay, my Lord, they stay upon your patience,
Oph. I think nothing, my Lord.
Ham. Oh God, your only Jig-maker; what should a Man do, but be merry, For look you how chearfully my Mother looks, and my Father dy'd within's two hours.
Oph. Nay, 'ris twice two Months, my Lord.
Ham. So long? Nay then let the Devil wear black, for I'll have a Suit of Sables. Oh Heav'ns! dye two Months ago, and not forgotten yet? then there's hope, a great Man's Memory may out-live his Life half a Year : But by'r-lady he must build Churches then ; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the Hobby-horse; whose Epitaph is, for o, for o, the Hobby-horse is forgot.
Hanțboys p'ay. The dumb Shew enters. Enter a King and Queen, very lovingly; the Queen embracing
him. She kneels; and makes Mew of Protestation unto him. He takes ber up, and declines his Head
her Neck. Lays him down upon a Bank of Flowers. She seeing him afleep, leaves him.' Anon comes in a Fellow, takes of bis Crown, kisses it, and pours Poison in the King's Ears, and Exits. The Queen returns, finds the King dead, and makes passionate Aétion. The Poisoner, with some two or three Mutes come in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead Body is carried away: The Poisoner woes the Queen with Gifts, she seems loth and unwilling a while, but in the end accepis his Love.
[Exeunt. Oph. What means this, my Lord ? Ham. Marry this is Miching Malicho, that means Mischief. Oph. Belike this Shew imports the Argument of the Play?
Ham. We shall know by these Fellows: The Players cannot keep counsel, they'll tell all.
Oph. Will they tell us what this Shew meant
Ham. Ay, or any Shew that you'll shew him. Bę not you afham'd to shew, he'll not shame to tell you what it means. Oph. You are naught, you are naugh", I'll mark the Play.
We beg your hearing patiently.
Enter King and Queen.
Queen. So many Journeys may the Sun and Moon
King. Faith I must leave thee, Love, and shortly too;
Queen. Oh confound the rest !
Ham. Wormwood, Wormwood.
Queen. The instances that second Marriage move,
King. I do believe you. Think what now you speak;
Of violent Birth, but poor validity :
Queer. Nor Earth to give me Food, nor Heav'n Light,
Ham. If she should break it now.
King. 'Tis deeply sworn ; sweet, leave me here a while, My Spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile The tedious Day with sleep. Queen. Sleep rock thy Brain,
[Sleeps. And never come mischance between us twain. | Exit, ; Ham. Madam, how like you the Play ?
Queen. The Lady protests too much, methinks.
King. Have you heard the Argument, is there no Offence in't ?
Ham. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest, no Of. fence i'th' World.
King. What do you call the Play?
Ham. The Mouse-trap; Marry how? Tropically. This Play is the Image of a Murther done in Vienna ; Gonzago is the Duke's Name, his Wife Baptista ; you shall see anon, 'tis a Knavish piece of Work; but what o' that? Your Majesty, and we that have free Souls, it touches us not ; let the galld Jade winch, our withers are unwrung.
Oph. You are a good Chorus, my Lord.
Ham. I could interpret between you your If I could see the Puppets dallying.
Oph. You are keen, my Lord, you are keen.
Ham. It would cost you a groaning, to take off my Edge.
Oph. Still worse and worse.
Ham. So you mistake Husbands.
[Pours the Poison in his Ears. Ham. He poysons him i'th' Garden for's Estate ; his Name's Gonzago ; the Story is extant, and writ in choice Italian. You shall see anon how the Murtherer gets the Love of Gonzago's Wife.
Oph. The King rises.