He will come straight. 2376Look you lay home to him.

3.4.22377Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with,

3.4.32378And that your grace hath screened and stood between

3.4.42379Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here.

3.4.52380Pray you, be round with him.

3.4.62381Hamletwithin Mother, mother, mother!

I'll warrant you, fear me not.

3.4.82383Withdraw; I hear him coming.

Now mother, what's the matter?

Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.

Mother, you have my father much offended.

Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.

Go, go, you question with an idle tongue.

Why, how now, Hamlet?

Why, how now, Hamlet? What's the matter now?

Have you forgot me?

Have you forgot me? No, by the rood, not so.

3.4.162394You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife,

3.4.172395But--would you were not so!--you are my mother.

Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak.

Come, come, and sit you down. You shall not 2398budge.

3.4.202399You go not till I set you up a glass

3.4.212400Where you may see the inmost part of you.

What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me?

3.4.232402Help, help, ho!

3.4.242403Polonius[Behind the arras]

What ho! Help, help, help!

How now, a rat? Dead for a ducat, dead!

[Behind the arras] Oh, I am slain!

[Behind the arras] Oh, I am slain! Oh, me, what hast thou done?

Nay I know not. Is it the King?

Oh, what a rash and bloody deed is this!

A bloody deed--almost as bad, good mother,

3.4.302410As kill a king, and marry with his brother.

As kill a king?

As kill a king? Ay, lady, 'twas my word.

3.4.322413Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!

3.4.332414I took thee for thy betters. Take thy fortune.

3.4.342415Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.

3.4.352416[To the Queen]Leave wringing of your hands. Peace, sit you down,

3.4.362417And let me wring your heart, for so I shall

3.4.372418If it be made of penetrable stuff,

3.4.382419If damnèd custom have not brazed it so

3.4.392420That it is proof and bulwark against sense.

What have I done, that thou dar'st wag thy tongue

3.4.412422In noise so rude against me?

In noise so rude against me? Such an act

3.4.422424That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,

3.4.432425Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose

3.4.442426From the fair forehead of an innocent love

3.4.452427And makes a blister there, makes marriage vows

3.4.462428As false as dicers' oaths--oh, such a deed

3.4.472429As from the body of contraction plucks

3.4.482430The very soul, and sweet religion makes

3.4.492431A rhapsody of words. Heaven's face doth glow,

3.4.502432Yea, this solidity and compound mass,

3.4.512433With tristful visage as against the doom,

3.4.522434Is thought-sick at the act.

Is thought-sick at the act. Ay me, what act,

3.4.53That roars so loud and 2436thunders in the index?

3.4.542437Hamlet[Showing her two likenesses]:

Look here upon this picture, and on this,

3.4.552438The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.

3.4.562439See what a grace was seated on his brow:

3.4.572440Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself,

3.4.582441An eye like Mars to threaten or command,

3.4.592442A station like the herald Mercury

3.4.602443New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,

3.4.612444A combination and a form indeed

3.4.622445Where every god did seem to set his seal

3.4.632446To give the world assurance of a man.

3.4.642447This was your husband. Look you now what follows:

3.4.652448Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear,

3.4.662449Blasting his wholesome breath. Have you eyes?

3.4.672450Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed

3.4.682451And batten on this moor? Ha? Have you eyes?

3.4.692452You cannot call it love, for at your age

3.4.702453The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble,

3.4.712454And waits upon the judgment, and what judgment

3.4.722455Would step from this to this? What devil was't

3.4.732456That thus hath cozened you at hoodman-blind?

3.4.742457O shame, where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,

3.4.752458If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,

3.4.762459To flaming youth let virtue be as wax

3.4.772460And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame

3.4.782461When the compulsive ardor gives the charge,

3.4.792462Since frost itself as actively doth burn

3.4.802463As reason panders will.

Oh, Hamlet speak no more!

3.4.822465Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul,

3.4.832466And there I see such black and grainèd spots

3.4.842467As will not leave their tinct.

As will not leave their tinct. Nay, but to live

3.4.852469In the rank sweat of an enseamèd bed,

3.4.862470Stewed in corruption, honeying and making love

3.4.872471Over the nasty sty!

Oh, speak to me no more!

3.4.892473These words like daggers enter in mine ears.

3.4.902474No more, sweet Hamlet.

No more, sweet Hamlet. A murderer and a villain,

3.4.912476A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe

3.4.922477Of your precedent lord, a vice of kings,

3.4.932478A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,

3.4.942479That from a shelf the precious diadem stole

3.4.952480And put it in his pocket--

No more!

A king of shreds and patches--

3.4.982484[Seeing the Ghost]Save me and hover o'er me with your wings,

3.4.992485You heavenly guards! What would you, gracious figure?

Alas, he's mad!

Do you not come your tardy son to chide,

3.4.1022488That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by

3.4.1032489Th'important acting of your dread command?

3.4.104Oh, say!

Oh, say! Do not forget. This visitation

3.4.1052491Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.

3.4.1062492But look, amazement on thy mother sits.

3.4.1072493Oh, step between her and her fighting soul!

3.4.1082494Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.

3.4.1092495Speak to her, Hamlet.

Speak to her, Hamlet. How is it with you, lady?

Alas, how is't with you,

3.4.1112498That you bend your eye on vacancy,

3.4.1122499And with th'incorporal air do hold discourse?

3.4.1132500Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep,

3.4.1142501And, as the sleeping soldiers in th'alarm,

3.4.1152502Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,

3.4.1162503Start up and stand on end. O gentle son,

3.4.1172504Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper

3.4.1182505Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?

On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares!

3.4.1202507His form and cause conjoined, preaching to stones,

3.4.1212508Would make them capable. [To the Ghost] Do not look upon me,

3.4.1222509Lest with this piteous action you convert

3.4.1232510My stern effects. Then what I have to do

3.4.1242511Will want true color, tears perchance for blood.

To who do you speak this?

Do you see nothing there?

Nothing at all, yet all that is I see.

Nor did you nothing hear?

No, nothing but ourselves.

Why, look you there, look how it steals away!

3.4.1312518My father in his habit as he lived.

3.4.1322519Look where he goes, even now out at the portal!

This is the very coinage of your brain.

3.4.1342521This bodiless creation ecstasy is very cunning in.

Ecstasy?

3.4.1362523My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time,

3.4.1372524And makes as healthful music. It is not madness

3.4.1382525That I have uttered. Bring me to the test

3.4.1392526And I the matter will reword, which madness

3.4.1402527Would gambol from, Mother, for love of grace,

3.4.1412528Lay not a flattering unction to your soul

3.4.1422529That not your trespass but my madness speaks.

3.4.1432530It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,

3.4.1442531Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,

3.4.1452532Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven,

3.4.1462533Repent what's past, avoid what is to come,

3.4.1472534And do not spread the compost o'er the weeds

3.4.1482535To make them rank. Forgive me this my virtue,

3.4.1492536For in the fatness of this pursy times

3.4.1502537Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,

3.4.1512538Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.

Oh, Hamlet, 2540thou hast cleft my heart in twain.

Oh, throw away the worser part of it,

3.4.1542542And live the purer with the other half.

3.4.1552543Good night. But go not to mine uncle's bed;

3.4.1562544Assume a virtue if you have it not. Refrain tonight,

3.4.1572545And that shall lend a kind of easiness

3.4.1582546To the next abstinence. Once more good night,

3.4.1592547And when you are desirous to be blest,

3.4.1602548I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,

3.4.1612549I do repent; but heaven hath pleased it so

3.4.1622550To punish me with this, and this with me,

3.4.1632551That I must be their scourge and minister.

3.4.1642552I will bestow him and will answer well

3.4.1652553The death I gave him. So, again, good night.

3.4.1662554I must be cruel only to be kind.

3.4.1672555Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

What shall I do?

Not this by no means that I bid you do:

3.4.1702558Let the blunt King tempt you again to bed,

3.4.1712559Pinch wanton on your cheek, call you his mouse,

3.4.1722560And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,

3.4.1732561Or paddling in your neck with his damned fingers,

3.4.1742562Make you to ravel all this matter out

3.4.1752563That I essentially am not in madness,

3.4.1762564But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know,

3.4.1772565For who that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,

3.4.1782566Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,

3.4.1792567Such dear concernings hide? Who would do so?

3.4.1802568No, in dispite of sense and secrecy,

3.4.1812569Unpeg the basket on the house's top,

3.4.1822570Let the birds fly, and like the famous ape,

3.4.1832571To try conclusions, in the basket creep

3.4.1842572And break your own neck down.

Be thou assured, if words be made of breath

3.4.1862574And breath of life, I have no life to breathe

3.4.1872575What thou hast said to me.

I must to England. You know that?

Alack, I had forgot. 'Tis so concluded on.

This man shall set me packing.

3.4.1912579I'll lug the guts into the neighbor room.

3.4.1922580Mother, good night. Indeed, this counselor

3.4.1932581Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,

3.4.1942582Who was in life a foolish prating knave.--

3.4.1952583Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.--

3.4.1962584Good night, mother.