'A will come straight. 2376Look you lay home to him.

3.4.223772238Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with,

3.4.323782239And that your grace hath screened and stood between

3.4.423792240Much heat and him. I'll silence me even here.

3.4.523802241Pray you, be round.

I'll wait you. Fear me not.

3.4.723832244Withdraw; 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 a wicked 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.

3.4.1523942254You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife,

3.4.1623952255And, would it 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 budge.

3.4.1923992258You go not till I set you up a glass

3.4.2024002259Where you may see the [in]most part of you.

What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me?

3.4.2224022261Help, ho!

[Behind the arras] What ho! 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,

3.4.2924102269As kill a king, and marry with his brother.

As kill a king?

As kill a king? Ay, lady, it was my word.

3.4.3124132272Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!

3.4.3224142273I took thee for thy better. Take thy fortune.

3.4.3324152274Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.

3.4.3424162275[To the Queen] Leave wringing of your hands. Peace, sit you down,

3.4.3524172276And let me wring your heart, for so I shall

3.4.3624182277If it be made of penetrable stuff,

3.4.3724192278If damnèd custom have not brassed it so

3.4.3824202279That it be proof and bulwark against sense.

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

3.4.4024222281In noise so rude against me?

In noise so rude against me? Such an act

3.4.4124242283That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,

3.4.4224252284Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose

3.4.4324262285From the fair forehead of an innocent love

3.4.4424272286And sets a blister there, makes marriage vows

3.4.4524282287As false as dicers' oaths--oh, such a deed

3.4.4624292288As from the body of contraction plucks

3.4.4724302289The very soul, and sweet religion makes

3.4.4824312290A rhapsody of words. Heaven's face does glow

3.4.4924322291O'er this solidity and compound mass

3.4.5024332292With heated visage, as against the doom,

3.4.5124342293Is thought-sick at the act.

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

3.4.522295That roars so loud and 2436thunders in the index?

Look here upon this picture, and on this,

3.4.5424382297The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.

3.4.5524392298See what a grace was seated on this brow:

3.4.5624402299Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself,

3.4.5724412300An eye like Mars to threaten and command,

3.4.5824422301A station like the herald Mercury

3.4.5924432302New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,

3.4.6024442303A combination and a form indeed

3.4.6124452304Where every god did seem to set his seal

3.4.6224462305To give the world assurance of a man.

3.4.6324472306This was your husband. Look you now what follows:

3.4.6424482307Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear,

3.4.6524492308Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?

3.4.6624502309Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed

3.4.6724512310And batten on this moor? Ha, have you eyes?

3.4.6824522311You cannot call it love, for at your age

3.4.6924532312The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble,

3.4.7024542313And waits upon the judgment, and what judgment

3.4.7124552314Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have,

3.4.722455.12315Else could you not have motion, but sure that sense

3.4.732455.22316Is apoplexed, for madness would not err,

3.4.742455.32317Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thralled

3.4.752455.42318But it reserved some quantity of choice

3.4.762455.52319To serve in such a difference. What devil was't

3.4.7724562320That thus hath cozened you at hoodman-blind?

3.4.782456.12321Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,

3.4.792456.22322Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,

3.4.802456.32323Or but a sickly part of one true sense

3.4.812456.42324Could not so mope. O shame, where is thy blush?

3.4.8224572325Rebellious hell,

3.4.8324582326If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,

3.4.8424592327To flaming youth let virtue be as wax

3.4.8524602328And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame

3.4.8624612329When the compulsive ardor gives the charge,

3.4.8724622330Since frost itself as actively doth burn,

3.4.8824632331And reason pardons will.

Oh, Hamlet speak no more!

3.4.9024652333Thou turn'st my very eyes into my soul,

3.4.9124662334And there I see such black and grievèd spots

3.4.9224672335As will leave there their tinct.

As will leave there their tinct. Nay, but to live

3.4.9324692337In the rank sweat of an enseamèd bed

3.4.9424702338Stewed in corruption, honeying and making love

3.4.9524712339Over the nasty sty!

Oh, speak to me no more!

3.4.9724732341These words like daggers enter in my ears.

3.4.9824742342No more, sweet Hamlet.

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

3.4.9924762344A slave that is not twentieth part the kith

3.4.10024772345Of your precedent lord, a vice of kings,

3.4.10124782346A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,

3.4.10224792347That from a shelf the precious diadem stole

3.4.10324802348And put it in his pocket--

No more!

A king of shreds and patches--

3.4.10624842352[Seeing the Ghost] Save me and hover o'er me with your wings,

3.4.10724852353You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?

Alas, he's mad!

Do you not come your tardy son to chide,

3.4.11024882356That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by

3.4.11124892357Th'important acting of your dread command?

3.4.112Oh, say!

Oh, say! Do not forget. This visitation

3.4.11324912359Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.

3.4.11424922360But look, amazement on thy mother sits.

3.4.11524932361Oh, step between her and her fighting soul!

3.4.11624942362Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.

3.4.11724952363Speak to her, Hamlet.

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

Alas, how is't with you,

3.4.11924982366That you do bend your eye on vacancy,

3.4.12024992367And with th'incorporal air do hold discourse?

3.4.12125002368Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep,

3.4.12225012369And, as the sleeping soldiers in th'alarm,

3.4.12325022370Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,

3.4.12425032371Start up and stand on end. O gentle son,

3.4.12525042372Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper

3.4.12625052373Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?

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

3.4.12825072375His form and cause conjoined, preaching to stones,

3.4.12925082376Would make them capable. [To the Ghost] Do not look upon me,

3.4.13025092377Lest with this piteous action you convert

3.4.13125102378My stern effects. Then what I have to do

3.4.13225112379Will want true color, tears perchance for blood.

To whom 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!

3.4.13925182386My father in his habit as he lived.

3.4.14025192387Look where he goes, even now out at the portal!

This is the very coinage of your brain.

3.4.14225212389This bodiless creation ecstasy

3.4.143Is very cunning in.

My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time,

3.4.14525242391And makes as healthful music. It is not madness

3.4.14625252392That I have uttered. Bring me to the test,

3.4.14725262393And [I] the matter will reword, which madness

3.4.14825272394Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,

3.4.14925282395Lay not that flattering unction to your soul

3.4.15025292396That not your trespass but my madness speaks.

3.4.15125302397It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,

3.4.15225312398Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,

3.4.15325322399Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven,

3.4.15425332400Repent what's past, avoid what is to come,

3.4.15525342401And do not spread the compost on the weeds

3.4.15625352402To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue,

3.4.15725362403For in the fatness of these pursy times

3.4.15825372404Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,

3.4.15925382405Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.

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

Oh, throw away the worser part of it,

3.4.16225422408And leave the purer with the other half.

3.4.16325432409Good night. But go not to my uncle's bed;

3.4.16425442410Assume a virtue if you have it not.

3.4.1652544.12411That monster custom, who all sense doth eat,

3.4.1662544.22412Of habits devil, is angel yet in this,

3.4.1672544.32413That to the use of actions fair and good

3.4.1682544.42414He likewise gives a frock or livery

3.4.1692544.52415That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight,

3.4.17025452416And that shall lend a kind of easiness

3.4.17125462417To the next abstinence; the next more easy:

3.4.1722546.12418For use almost can change the stamp of nature,

3.4.1732546.22419And either [ ] the devil, or throw him out

3.4.1742546.32420With wondrous potency. Once more good night,

3.4.17525472421And when you are desirous to be blest,

3.4.17625482422I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,

3.4.17725492423I do repent; but heaven hath pleased it so

3.4.17825502424To punish me with this, and this with me,

3.4.17925512425That I must be their scourge and minister.

3.4.18025522426I will bestow him, and will answer well

3.4.18125532427The death I gave him. So, again, good night.

3.4.18225542428I must be cruel only to be kind.

3.4.18325552429This bad begins, and worse remains behind.

3.4.1842555.12430One word more, good lady.

One word more, good lady. What shall I do?

Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:

3.4.18625582433Let the bloat King tempt you again to bed,

3.4.18725592434Pinch wanton on your cheek, call you his mouse,

3.4.18825602435And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,

3.4.18925612436Or paddling in your neck with his damned fingers,

3.4.19025622437Make you to ravel all this matter out

3.4.19125632438That I essentially am not in madness,

3.4.19225642439But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know,

3.4.19325652440For who that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,

3.4.19425662441Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,

3.4.19525672442Such dear concernings hide? Who would do so?

3.4.19625682443No, in dispite of sense and secrecy,

3.4.19725692444Unpeg the basket on the house's top,

3.4.19825702445Let the birds fly, and like the famous ape,

3.4.19925712446To try conclusions, in the basket creep,

3.4.20025722447And break your own neck down.

Be thou assured, if words be made of breath

3.4.20225742449And breath of life, I have no life to breathe

3.4.20325752450What thou hast said to me.

I must to England. You know that?

Alack, I had forgot. 2453'Tis so concluded on.

There's letters sealed, and my two schoolfellows,

3.4.2072577.22455Whom I will trust as I will adders fanged,

3.4.2082577.32456They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way

3.4.2092577.42457And marshal me to knavery. Let it work,

3.4.2102577.52458For 'tis the sport to have the enginer

3.4.2112577.62459Hoist with his own petar[d], and't shall go hard

3.4.2122577.72460But I will delve one yard below their mines,

3.4.2132577.82461And blow them at the moon. Oh 'tis most sweet

3.4.2142577.92462When in one line two crafts directly meet.

3.4.21525782463This man shall set me packing.

3.4.21625792464I'll lug the guts into the neighbor room.

3.4.21725802465Mother, good night indeed. This counselor

3.4.21825812466Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,

3.4.21925822467Who was in life a most foolish prating knave.--

3.4.22025832468Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.--

3.4.22125842469Good night, mother.