All may be well.
[Retires and kneels.]
[Enter Hamlet.]
Ham.
Now might I do it pat, now he is praying; And now I"ll do"t;--and so he goes to heaven; And so am I reveng"d.--that would be scann"d: A villain kills my father; and for that, I, his sole son, do this same villain send To heaven.
O, this is hire and salary, not revenge.
He took my father grossly, full of bread; With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven?
But in our circ.u.mstance and course of thought, "Tis heavy with him: and am I, then, reveng"d, To take him in the purging of his soul, When he is fit and season"d for his pa.s.sage?
No.
Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent: When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage; Or in the 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 heaven; And that his soul may be as d.a.m.n"d and black As h.e.l.l, whereto it goes. My mother stays: This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
[Exit.]
[The King rises and advances.]
King.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
[Exit.]
Scene IV. Another room in the castle.
[Enter Queen and Polonius.]
Pol.
He will come straight. Look you lay home to him: Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with, And that your grace hath screen"d and stood between Much heat and him. I"ll silence me e"en here.
Pray you, be round with him.
Ham.
[Within.] Mother, mother, mother!
Queen.
I"ll warrant you: Fear me not:--withdraw; I hear him coming.
[Polonius goes behind the arras.]
[Enter Hamlet.]
Ham.
Now, mother, what"s the matter?
Queen.
Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
Ham.
Mother, you have my father much offended.
Queen.
Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
Ham.
Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
Queen.
Why, how now, Hamlet!
Ham.
What"s the matter now?
Queen.
Have you forgot me?
Ham.
No, by the rood, not so: You are the Queen, your husband"s brother"s wife, And,--would it were not so!--you are my mother.
Queen.
Nay, then, I"ll set those to you that can speak.
Ham.
Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge; You go not till I set you up a gla.s.s Where you may see the inmost part of you.
Queen.
What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?-- Help, help, ho!
Pol.
[Behind.] What, ho! help, help, help!
Ham.
How now? a rat? [Draws.]
Dead for a ducat, dead!
[Makes a pa.s.s through the arras.]
Pol.
[Behind.] O, I am slain!
[Falls and dies.]
Queen.
O me, what hast thou done?
Ham.
Nay, I know not: is it the king?
[Draws forth Polonius.]
Queen.
O, what a rash and b.l.o.o.d.y deed is this!
Ham.
A b.l.o.o.d.y deed!--almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king and marry with his brother.
Queen.
As kill a king!
Ham.
Ay, lady, "twas my word.-- Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
[To Polonius.]
I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune; Thou find"st to be too busy is some danger.-- Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down, And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff; If d.a.m.ned custom have not braz"d it so That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
Queen.
What have I done, that thou dar"st wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me?
Ham.
Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister there; makes marriage-vows As false as dicers" oaths: O, such a deed As from the body of contraction plucks The very soul, and sweet religion makes A rhapsody of words: heaven"s face doth glow; Yea, this solidity and compound ma.s.s, With tristful visage, as against the doom, Is thought-sick at the act.
Queen.
Ah me, what act, That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
Ham.
Look here upon this picture, and on this,-- The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion"s curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill: A combination and a form, indeed, Where every G.o.d did seem to set his seal, To give the world a.s.surance of a man; This was your husband.--Look you now what follows: Here is your husband, like a milldew"d ear Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?
You cannot call it love; for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it"s humble, And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have, Else could you not have motion: but sure that sense Is apoplex"d; for madness would not err; Nor sense to ecstacy was ne"er so thrall"d But it reserv"d some quant.i.ty of choice To serve in such a difference. What devil was"t That thus hath cozen"d you at hoodman-blind?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Or but a sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope.
O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious h.e.l.l, If thou canst mutine in a matron"s bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will.
Queen.
O Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn"st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.
Ham.
Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed, Stew"d in corruption, honeying and making love Over the nasty sty,-- Queen.
O, speak to me no more; These words like daggers enter in mine ears; No more, sweet Hamlet.
Ham.
A murderer and a villain; A slave that is not twentieth part the t.i.the Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings; A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole And put it in his pocket!
Queen.
No more.