King. "Tis deepely sworne: Sweet, leaue me heere a while, My spirits grow dull, and faine I would beguile The tedious day with sleepe
Qu. Sleepe rocke thy Braine,
Sleepes
And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine.
Exit
Ham. Madam, how like you this Play?
Qu. The Lady protests to much me thinkes
Ham. Oh but shee"l keepe her word
King. Haue you heard the Argument, is there no Offence in"t?
Ham. No, no, they do but iest, poyson in iest, no Offence i"th" world
King. What do you call the Play?
Ham. The Mouse-trap: Marry how? Tropically: This Play is the Image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is the Dukes name, his wife Baptista: you shall see anon: "tis a knauish peece of worke: But what o"that?
Your Maiestie, and wee that haue free soules, it touches vs not: let the gall"d iade winch: our withers are vnrung.
Enter Lucia.n.u.s.
This is one Lucia.n.u.s nephew to the King
Ophe. You are a good Chorus, my Lord
Ham. I could interpret betweene you and your loue: if I could see the Puppets dallying
Ophe. You are keene my Lord, you are keene
Ham. It would cost you a groaning, to take off my edge
Ophe. Still better and worse
Ham. So you mistake Husbands.
Begin Murderer. Pox, leaue thy d.a.m.nable Faces, and begin. Come, the croaking Rauen doth bellow for Reuenge
Lucian. Thoughts blacke, hands apt, Drugges fit, and Time agreeing: Confederate season, else, no Creature seeing: Thou mixture ranke, of Midnight Weeds collected, With Hecats Ban, thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy naturall Magicke, and dire propertie, On wholsome life, vsurpe immediately.
Powres the poyson in his eares.
Ham. He poysons him i"th" Garden for"s estate: His name"s Gonzago: the Story is extant and writ in choyce Italian. You shall see anon how the Murtherer gets the loue of Gonzago"s wife
Ophe. The King rises
Ham. What, frighted with false fire
Qu. How fares my Lord?
Pol. Giue o"re the Play
King. Giue me some Light. Away
All. Lights, Lights, Lights.
Exeunt.
Manet Hamlet & Horatio.
Ham. Why let the strucken Deere go weepe, The Hart vngalled play: For some must watch, while some must sleepe; So runnes the world away.
Would not this Sir, and a Forrest of Feathers, if the rest of my Fortunes turne Turke with me; with two Prouinciall Roses on my rac"d Shooes, get me a Fellowship in a crie of Players sir
Hor. Halfe a share
Ham. A whole one I, For thou dost know: Oh Damon deere, This Realme dismantled was of Ioue himselfe, And now reignes heere.
A verie verie Paiocke
Hora. You might haue Rim"d
Ham. Oh good Horatio, Ile take the Ghosts word for a thousand pound. Did"st perceiue?
Hora. Verie well my Lord
Ham. Vpon the talke of the poysoning?
Hora. I did verie well note him.
Enter Rosincrance and Guildensterne.
Ham. Oh, ha? Come some Musick. Come y Recorders: For if the King like not the Comedie, Why then belike he likes it not perdie.
Come some Musicke
Guild. Good my Lord, vouchsafe me a word with you
Ham. Sir, a whole History
Guild. The King, sir
Ham. I sir, what of him?
Guild. Is in his retyrement, maruellous distemper"d
Ham. With drinke Sir?
Guild. No my Lord, rather with choller
Ham. Your wisedome should shew it selfe more richer, to signifie this to his Doctor: for for me to put him to his Purgation, would perhaps plundge him into farre more Choller
Guild. Good my Lord put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildely from my affayre
Ham. I am tame Sir, p.r.o.nounce
Guild. The Queene your Mother, in most great affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you
Ham. You are welcome