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Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, And live the purer with the other half. Good night: but go not to my uncle's bed; Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat Of habit's devil, is angel yet in this; That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock, or livery, That aptly is put on: Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence: the next more easy : For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either curb the devil, or throw him out With wondrous potency. Once more, good night! And when you are desirous to be bless'd, I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,
[Pointing to Polonius. I do repent; But heaven hath pleas'd it so, To punish me with this, and this with me, That I must be their scourge and minister. I will bestow him, and will answer well The death I gave him. So, again, good night! I must be cruel, only to be kind: Thus bad begins, and worse remains bebind.But one word more, good lady. Queen.
What shall I do? Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do: Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed; Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you, his mouse;
And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath,
Ham. I must to England; you know that?
fellows,Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd, They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way, And marshal me to knavery: Let it work; For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar: and it shall go hard, But I will delve one yard below their mines, And blow them at the moon: 0, 'tis most sweet, When in one line two crafts directly meet.
This man shall set me packing.
[Exeunt severally; Hamlet dragging in Polonius.
Enter King, Queen, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDEN.
King. There's matter in these sighs; these pro
[To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, who go out. Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night?
King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet ?
O heavy deed!
We would not understand what was most fit;
Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd:
King. O, Gertrude, come away!
Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Friends both, go join you with some further aid : Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him: Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.
[Exeunt Ros, and Guil. Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends; And let them know, both what we mean to do, And what's untimely done: so, happily, slander,Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter, As level as the cannon to his blank, Transports his poison'd shot, -may miss our name, And hit the woundless air.-0, come away! My soul is full of discord, and dismay. [Excunt.