Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for, lo! his sword But, as we often see, against some storm, Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods, Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven, As low as to the fiends!" Pol. This is too long. Ham. It shall to th' barber's, with your beard. Pr'ythee, say on:- -he's for a jig, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps. -Say on: come to Hecuba. 1 Play. “But who, O, who had seen the mobbled Queen Ham. The mobbled queen? Pol. That's good; mobbled queen is good. 1 Play. "Run barefoot up and down, threat'ning the flames With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head, A blanket, in th' alarm of fear caught up; Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd Pol. Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in 'his eyes! - Pr'ythee, no more. Ham. 'Tis well; I'll have thee speak out the rest soon. Good my lord, will you see the players well bestow'd? Do ye hear, let them be well us'd; for they are the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. Pol. My lord, I will use them according to their desert. Ham. God's bodykins, man, better: use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in. Pol. Come, sirs. [Exit POLONIUS. Ham. Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play tomorrow. [As they follow POLONIUS, HAMLET detains and steps aside with 1 Player.] Dost thou hear me, old friend? can you play the Murther of Gonzago ? 1 Play. Ay, my lord. Ham. We'll ha' it to-morrow night. You could, for a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which I would set down and insert in 't, could ye not? 1 Play. Ay, my lord. Ham. Very well. Follow that lord; and look you mock him not. [Exit Player.] My good friends, [to Ros. and GUIL.] I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord! [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. A broken voice, and his whole function suiting What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward ? To make oppression bitter, or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave; That I, the son of the dear murthered, Prompted to my revenge by Heaven and Hell, Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, And fall a cursing, like a very drab, A scullion! Fie upon 't! foh! About, my brain! I have heard, Have by the very cunning of the scene They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murther, though it have no tongue, will speak I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench, ACT III. A Room in the Castle. Enter King, Queen, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN. A KING. ND can you, by no drift of circumstance, Get from him, why he puts on this confusion, Grating so harshly all his days of quiet With turbulent and dangerous lunacy? Ros. He does confess, he feels himself distracted; But from what cause he will by no means speak. Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded, But with a crafty madness keeps aloof, When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state. Queen. Did he receive you well? Ros. Most like a gentleman. Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition. Ros. Niggard of question; but, of our demands, Most free in his reply. · Queen. To any pastime ? Did you assay him 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; And, as I think, they have already order This night to play before him. Pol. 'Tis most true: |