Queen. O Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat For this same lord, Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.— Queen. do: What shall I do? Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed; Pinch wanton on your cheek; call his mouse*; And let him, for a pair of reechyt kisses, Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers, Make you to ravel all this matter out, you That I essentially am not in madness, * A term of endearment. + Steaming with heat. But mad in craft. "Twere good, you let him know: Unpeg the basket on the house's top, And break your own neck down. Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breathe What thou hast said to me. Ham. I must to England: you know that? I had forgot: 'tis so concluded on. Alack, [fellows, Ham. There's letters seal'd: and my two school- Hoist with his own petar||: and it shall go hard, And ACT IV. HAMLET'S IRRESOLUTION. How all occasions do inform against me, spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good, and market¶ of his time, Be but to sleep, and feed? a beast, no more. *Toad. + Cat. Experiments. Blown up with his own bomb. S Having their teeth. ¶ Profit. Sure, he, that made us with such large discourse*, To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be [dom, SORROWS RARELY SINGLE. O Gertrude, Gertrude, * Power of comprehension. Cowardly. + Grow mouldy. When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions! THE DIVINITY OF KINGS. Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person; There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will. DESCRIPTION OF OPHELIA'S DEATH. Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Therewith fantastic garlands did she make Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples*, Unto that element: but long it could not be, ACT V. HAMLET'S REFLECTIONS ON YORICK'S SCULL. Grave-digger. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! he poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head Orchis morio mas. + Licentious. Insensible. once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? Grave-digger. E'en that. [Takes the Scull. Ham. Alas! poor Yorick!-I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest; of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that Where be your I have kissed I know not how oft. gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that. OPHELIA'S INTERMENT. Lay her i' the earth ; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh, May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, MELANCHOLY. This is mere madness: And thus a while the fit will work on him: PROVIDENCE DIRECTS OUR ACTIONS. And that should teach us, * Countenance, complexion. + Hatched. |