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King. With all my heart; and it doth much content me

To hear him fo inclin'd.

Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,

And drive his purpose on to these delights.

Rof. We fhall, my lord.

[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN

King. Sweet Gertrude, leave us too.

For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither;

That he, as 'twere by accident, may here

Affront Ophelia:

Her father, and myself (lawful espials);
Will fo bestow ourselves, that, feeing, unfeen,
We may of their encounter frankly judge;
And gather by him, as he is behav'd,
If't be the affliction of his love, or no,
That thus he fuffers for.

Queen. I fhall obey you:

And, for your part, Ophelia, I do wish,
That your good beauties be the happy caufe

Of Hamlet's wildnefs; fo fhall I hope, your virtues

Will bring him to his wonted way again,

To both your honours.

Oph. Madam, I wish it may.

[Exit QUEEN.

Pol. Ophelia, walk you here:-Gracious, so please you, We will beftow ourfelves:-Read on this book:

That show of fuch an exercise may colour

[To OPHELIA.

Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this

'Tis too much prov'd-that, with devotion's visage, And pious action, do we sugar o'er

The devil himself.

King. O, 'tis too true! how smart

A lash that fpeech doth give my confcience!
The harlot's cheek, beauty'd with plast'ring art,
Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it,

Than

Than is my deed to my most painted word:

O heavy burden!

[Afide.

Pol. I hear him coming; let's withdraw, my lord.

[Exeunt KING and POLONIUS.

Enter HAMLET.

Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the queftion:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to fuffer
The flings and arrows of outrageous fortune;
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by oppofing, end them ?-To die-to fleep-
No more; and, by a fleep, to say we end
The heart-ach, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,-'tis a confummation
Devoutly to be wifh'd. To die;-to sleep ;-
To fleep! perchance to dream;—ay, there's the rub;
For in that fleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have fhuffled off this mortal coil,
Muft give us paufe: There's the respect,
That makes calamity of so long life:

For who would bear the whips and fcorns of time,
The oppreffor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of defpis'd love, the law's delay,
The infolence of office, and the fpurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life;
But that the dread of fomething after death-
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns-puzzles the will;
And makes us rather bear thofe ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus confcience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of refolution
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Is ficklied o'er with the pale caft of thought;
And enterprizes of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lofe the name of action.-Soft you, now!
The fair Ophelia :-Nymph, in thy orifons
Be all my fins remember'd.

Oph. Good, my lord,

How does your honour for this many a day?
Ham. I humbly thank you; well.

Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
That I have longed long to re-deliver;

I pray you, now receive them.

Ham. No, not I;

I never gave you aught.

Oph. My honour'd lord, you know right well, you did. And, with them, words of fo fweet breath compos'd,,

As made the things more rich: their perfume loft,

Take these again; for, to the noble mind,

Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind,
There, my lord.

Ham. Ha, ha! are you honest?

Oph. My lord?

Ham. Are you fair?

Oph. What means your lordship?

Ham. That if you be honest, and fair, you should admit no difcourfe to your beauty.

Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?

Ham. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will fooner transform honefty from what it is to a bawd, than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness: this was fome time a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.

Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe fo.

Ham.

Ham. You fhould not have believed me: for virtue cannot fo inoculate our old ftock, but we shall relish of it: I loved you not.

Oph. I was the more deceived.

Ham. Get thee to a nunnery; why would'ft thou be a breeder of finners? I am myself indifferent honeft; but yet I could accuse me of fuch things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in: What fhould fuch fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us: Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father?

Oph. At home, my lord.

Ham. Let the doors be fhut upon him; that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewell.

Oph. O, help him, you sweet heavens!

Ham. If thou doft marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry; be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as fnow, thou fhalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery; fare. well: Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wife men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too. Farewell. Oph. Heavenly powers, restore him!

Ham. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lifp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonnefs your ignorance: Go to; I'll no more of't; it hath made me mad. I fay, we will have no more marriages: thofe that are married already, all but one, fhall live: the reft shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.. [Exit HAMLET“.

Opha

Oph. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!

The courtier's, foldier's, fcholar's, eye, tongue,. fword: The expectancy and rose of the fair state,

The glafs of fashion, and the mould of form,

The observ'd of all obfervers! quite, quite down!.
And I, of ladies moft deject and wretched,
That fuck'd the honey of his music vows,

Now fee that noble and moft fovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth,,
Blafted with ecftafy: O, woe is me!

To have seen what I have seen, fee what I fee!

Re-enter KING and POLONIUS.

King. Love! his affections do not that way tend;
Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,
Was not like madness. There's fomething in his four
O'er which his melancholy fits on brood;

And, I do doubt, the hatch, and the disclose,
Will be fome danger. Which, for to prevent,
I have, in quick determination,

Thus fet it down: He fhall with speed to England,.
For the demand of our neglected tribute:
Haply, the feas, and countries different,
With variable objects, fhall expel

This fomething-fettled matter in his heart;
Whereon his brains ftill beating, puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think you on't?
Pol. It fhall do well: But yet I do believe,
The origin and commencement of his grief
Sprung from neglected love.—How now, Ophelia ?
You need not tell us what lord Hamlet faid;
We heard it all.-My lord, do as you please;

But,

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