O, vengeance! Ay sure, this is most brave, That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words A scullion! Fie upon't! foh! About, my brain! Hum, I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak ACT III. SCENE I. The same. KING, QUEEN, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN. King. ND can you, by no drift of circumstance, sion? Ros. He does confess he feels himself dis tracted; But from what cause he will by no means speak. To any pastime ? Ros. Madam, it so fell out, that certain players We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him, And there did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it: they are about the court, Pol. 'Tis most true: And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties To hear and see the matter. King. With all my heart; and it doth much content me To hear him so inclined. Good gentlemen, give him a further edge And drive his purpose on to these delights. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. King. Sweet Gertrude, leave us too; For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither, Her father and myself, lawful espials, Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen, If't be the affliction of his love or no That thus he suffers for. Queen. I shall obey you. And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish That your good beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope your virtues Will bring him to his wonted way again, To both your honours. Oph. Madam, I wish it may. [Exit Queen. Pol. Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please you, We will bestow ourselves. [To Ophelia] Read on this book; That show of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness. [Exit Ophelia. I hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord. [Exeunt King and Polonius. Enter HAMLET. Ham. To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?-To die ;-to sleep ;- The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear, Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, Good my lord, Oph. I pray you, now receive them. Ham. I never gave you aught. No, not I; Oph. My honour'd lord, you know right well you did; And with them words of so sweet breath composed As made the things more rich: their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. . There, my lord. Ham. Ha, ha! are you honest ? Ham. Are you fair? Oph. What means your lordship? Ham. That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? Ham. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness this was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. Ham. You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it: I loved you not. Oph. I was the more deceived. Ham. Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more of fences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.— Where's your father? Oph. At home, my lord. Ham. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewell. Oph. O, help him, you sweet heavens ! Ham. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters » |