P. Queen Ham. This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. But, orderly to end where I begun, Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own. Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light; [Aside] If she should break it now! 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here a while; [Sleeps] King Ham. King The lady doth protest too much, methinks. O, but she'll keep her word. Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in't? world. Ham. Oph. Ham. Oph. Ham. Oph. Ham. Lucianus Ham. Oph. Ham. This The Mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropically. Enter Player, as Lucianus This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king. You are as good as a chorus, my lord. I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see the puppets dallying. You are keen, my lord, you are keen. It would cost you a groaning to take off mine edge. So you mistake your husbands. Begin, murderer; leave raven doth bellow for revenge. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing ; Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, On wholesome life usurp immediately. [Pours the poison into the Ring's ears] He poisons him i' the garden for his estate. His name's Gonzago; the story is extant, and written in very choice Italian. You shall see anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. The king rises! What, frighted with false fire! King All Give me some light.-Away! I will to bed. Lights, lights, lights! Hor. Ham. Hor. Ham. Hor. Ham. Hor. Ham. [Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio] Let the strucken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep; So runs the world away. Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers, (if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me) with two Provincial roses on my raz'd shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players? Half a share. A whole one, I— For thou dost know, O Damon dear, This realm dismantled was Of Jove himself; and now reigns here You might have rhym'd. O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pound. Didst perceive? Very well, my lord. Upon the talk of the poisoning? I did very well note him. Ah, ha! Come, some music! come, the recorders! For if the king like not the comedy, Why then, belike,—he likes it not, perdy. Come, some music! Re-enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN Guil. Ham. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you. Guil. Ham. Guil. Ham. Guil. Ham. Guil. Ham. Guil. Ham. Guil. Ham. Guil. Ham. Ros. Ham. Ros. The king, sir, Ay, sir, what of him ? Is in his retirement marvellous distempered. No, my lord, with choler. Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to the doctor; for, for me to put him to his purgation, would perhaps plunge him into more choler. Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair. I am tame, sir: pronounce. The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you. You are welcome. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed. What, my lord? Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased, but, sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command; or, rather, (as you say) my mother; therefore no more, but to the matter; my mother, you say,— Then thus she says: your behaviour hath struck her into amazement and admiration. O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration ? Impart. She desires to speak with you in her closet ere you go to bed. Ham. Ros. Ham. Ros. Ham. Ros. Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any further trade with us? My lord, you once did love me. And do still, by these pickers and stealers. Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you do Sir, I lack advancement. How can that be when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark? Ay, sir, but "While the grass grows," the proverb is somewhat musty.— Re-enter Players with recorders Oh, the recorders! let me see one.-To withdraw with you? why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly. I do not well understand that. pipe? My lord, I cannot. Guil. Ham. Guil. Ham. I Ham. pray you. Believe me, I cannot. Will you play upon this Guil. your It is as easy as lying; govern these ventages with But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony; |