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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.

Why, 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 circumstance and course of thought, 690
'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 passage?
No.

Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent:
When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage;
Or in the incestuous pleasures 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 damn'd, and black, 701
As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays:

This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.

The King rises.

[Exit.

King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain

below:

Words without thoughts, never to heaven go. [Exit.

SCENE

The Queen's Closet.

SCENE IV.

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Enter Queen, and POLONIUS.

Pol. He will come straight.

to him:

Look, you lay home

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.

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[POLONIUS hides himself.

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:

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You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; And-'would it were not so!-you are my mother. Queen.

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MKEMBLE in HAMLET.

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4 Bleedy deed!; almost as bad good Mother as kill a Sking & marry with his Brother.

London Printed for J.Bell British Library Strand March 201785.

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