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Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
Sweet Gertrude, leave us too :
I shall obey you :
[Exit QUEEN. Pol. Ophelia, walk you here :-Gracious, so please
you, We will bestow ourselves :-Read on this book ;
[T. OPHELIA. That show of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this, T is too much prov'd, that, with devotion's visage, And pious action, we do sugar o'er The devil himself.
King. O, 't is too true! How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience The harlot's cheek, beautied with plast'ring art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it, Than is my deed to my most painted word : O heavy burden!
[Aside. a Affront-encounter, confront.
Pol. 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 't is 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,— No more; and, by a sleep, to say we end The heart-ach, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,-'t is a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,—to sleep ;To sleep! perchance to dream ;-ay, there 's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there 's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life: For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of dispriz'd 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 ? a who would these fardels bear, To grunt b and sweat under a weary life; But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
a Bodkin--a small sword. Cæsar is spoken of, by old writers, as slain by bodkins.
Grunt. So the originals. The players, in their squeamishness, always give us groan; and, if they had not the terror of the blank verse before them, they would certainly inflict perspire upon us.
And thus the native hue of resolution
Good my lord,
Ham. I humbly thank you ; well, well, well.
Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
Ham. No, no. I never gave you aught.
Oph. My honour'd lord, I know right well you did ; And, with them, words of so sweet breath compos'd 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 ? Oph. My lord ? 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 to a bawd, than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness : this was some time 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 lov'd 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 offences 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 heaven and earth! We are arrant knaves, all ; believe none of us : Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where is your father?
Oph. At home, my lord.
Ham. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no way 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 wbat monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too. Farewell.
Oph. O heavenly powers, restore him!
Ham. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another; you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nickname God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance : Go to, I 'll no more on 't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages : those that are married already, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.
[Exit HAMLET. Oph. 0, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword : The expectancy and rose of the fair state. The glass of fashion, and the mould of form,
The obsery'd of all observers ! quite, quite, down!
Re-enter King and POLONIUS.
Pol. It shall do well; but yet do I believe,