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I will be brief: Your noble son is mad :

That I have positively said, 'Tis so Mad call I it : for, to define true madness,

When it prov'd otherwise ? What is't, but to be nothing else but mad :


Not that I know, But let that go.

Pol. Take this from this, if this be otherwise: Queen. More matter, with less art.

(Pointing to his head and shoulder. Pol. Madam, I swear, I use no art at all. If circumstances lead me, I will find That he is mad, 'tis true : 'tis true, 'tis pity ; Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed And pity 'tis, 'tis true : a foolish figure ;

Within the centre. But farewell it, for I will use no art.


How may we try it further? Mad let us grant him then : and now remains, Pol. You know, sometimes he walks Tour buon That we find out the cause of this effect;

together, Or, rather say, the cause of this defect;

Here in the

lobby. For this effect, defective, comes by cause :


So he does, indeed. Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.

Pol. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to laun: Perpend.

Be you and I behind an arras then;
I have a daughter; have, while she is mine ; Mark the encounter: if he love her not,
Who, in her duty and obedience, mark,

And be not from his reason fallen thereon,
Hath given me this: Now gather, and surmise. Let me be no assistant for a state,

To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beauti- But keep a farm, and carters. fied Ophelia,


We will try it That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase ; beautified is a

Enter HAMLET, reading. vile phrase ; but you shall hear. — Thus : In her excellent white bosom, these, &c. –

Queen. But, look, where sadly the poor with Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her ?

comes reading. Pol. Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.

Pol. Away, I do beseech you, both away;

I'll board him presently:- 0, give me teave. Doubt thor, the stars are fire ; (Reads.

(Exeunt King, QUEEN, and Attenda Doubt, that the sun doth move ;

How does my good lord Hamlet ?
Doubt truth to be a liar;

Ham. Well, god-'a-mercy.
But never doubt, I love.

Pol. Do you know me, my lord ?
O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have

Ham. Excellent well ; you are a fishmenge.

Pol. Not I, my lord. not art to reckon my groans : but that I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu.

Ham. Then I would you were so honest a me. Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst

Pol. Honest, my lord ? this machine is to him, Hamlet.

Ham. Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes

is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me : Pol. That's very true, my lord. And more above, hath his solicitings,

Ham. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead As they fell out by time, by means, and place, dog, being a god, kissing carrion, Hare you All given to mine ear.

daughter? King. Bat how hath she


. I have, my lord. Receiv'd his love ?

Ham. Let her not walk i' the sun : conceptie Pol.

What do you think of me? a blessing ; but as your daughter may conceive, – King. As of a man faithful and honourable. friend, look to't. Pol. I would fain prove so. But what might you Pol. How say you by that? [Aside.) Still bars. think,

ing on my daughter : - yet he knew me not at first; When I had seen this hot love on the wing, he said I was a fishmonger : He is far gone, tur (As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that,

gone : and truly in my youth I suffered much cs-
Before my daughter told me,) what might you, tremity for love ; very near this. I'll speak to his
Or my dear majesty your queen here, think, again. - What do you read, my lord ?
If I had play'd the desk, or table-book ;

Ham. Words, words, words!
Or given my heart a working, mute and dumb ; Pol. What is the matter, my lord ?
Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;

Ham. Between who?
What might you think? no, I went round to work, Pol. I mean, the matter that you read, my litt
And my young mistress thus did I bespeak;

Ham. Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogur skin Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy sphere ;

here, that old men have grey beards ; that these This must not be : and then I precepts gave her, faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick andet That she should lock herself from his resort, and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plectane? Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.

lack of wit, together with most weak frams: ANO Which done, she took the fruits of my advice ; which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently And he, repulsed, (a short tale to make,)

believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thes Fell into a sadness; then into a fast;

down; for yourself, sir, shall be as old as I am, Thence to a watch; thence into a weakness; like a crab, you could go backward. Thence to a lightness; and, by this declension, Pol. Though this be madness, yet there's touche? Into the madness wherein now he raves,

in it. [Aside.) Will you walk out of the air, mynd! And all we mourn for.

Ham. Into my grave? King.

Do you think, 'tis this? Pol. Indeed, that is out o'the air. - How To Queen. It may be, very likely.

nant sometimes his replies are ! a happiness Pol. Hath there been such a time, (l'a fain know often madness hits on, which reason and sanity se that,)

not so prosperously be delivered of. I was him, and suddenly contrive the means of meeting Come, come; deal justly with me: come, come; between him and my daughter. — My honourable nay, speak. lord, I will most 'humbly take my leave of you. Guil. What should we say, my lord ?

Ham. You cannot, sir, take from me any thing Ham. Any thing—but to the purpose. You were that I will more willingly part withal ; except my sent for; and there is a kind of confession in your life, except my life, except my life.

looks, which your modesties have not craft enough Pol. Fare you well, my lord.

to colour : I know, the good king and queen havė Ham. These tedious old fools !

sent for you. Enter RosenCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.

Ros. To what end, my lord ?

Ham. That you must teach me. But let me conPol. You go to seek the lord Hamlet; there he is. jure you, by the rights of our fellowship, by the Ros. God save you, sir ! [ To Polonius. consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our

(Exit Polonios. ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a better Guil. My honour'd lord !

proposer could charge you withal, be even and diRos. My most dear lord !

rect with me, whether you were sent for, or no ? Ham. My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Ros. What say you ? [T. GUILDENSTERN. Guildenstern ? Ah, Rosencrantz ! Good lads, how Ham. Nay, then I have an eye of you ; [Aside.] do ye both?

- if you love me, hold not off. Ros. As the indifferent children of the earth. Guil. My lord, we were sent for.

Guil. Happy, in that we are not overhappy; Ham. I will tell you why; so shall my anticipaOn fortune's cap we are not the very button. tion prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the Ham. Nor the soles of her shoe ?

king and queen moult no feather. I have of late, Ros. Neither, my lord.

(but, wherefore, I know not,) lost all my mirth, Ham. Then you live about her waist, or in the forgone all custom of exercises : and, indeed, it goes middle of her favours ?

so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly Guil. 'Faith, her privates we.

frame, the earth, seems to me a steril promontory; Ham. In the secret parts of fortune ? O, most this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this true ; she is a strumpet. What news?

brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof Ros. None, my lord; but that the world's grown fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other honest.

thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation Ham. Then is dooms-day near : But your news is of vapours. What a piece of work ieman! How not true. Let me question more in particular: What noble in reason ! how infinite in faculties ! in form, have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands and moving, how express and admirable! in action, of fortune, that she sends you to prison hither ? how like an angel ! in apprehension, how like a god! Guil. Prison, my lord ?

the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals ! Ham. Denmark's a prison.

And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust ? Ros. Then is the world one.

man delights not me, nor woman neither ; though, Ham. A goodly one; in which there are many by your smiling, you seem to say so. confines, wards, and dungeons; Denmark being one Ross. My lord, there is no such stuff in my of the worst.

thoughts. Ros. We think not so, my lord.

Ham. Why did you laugh then, when I said, Man Ham. Why, then 'tis none to you : for there is delights not me? nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it Ros. To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, so : to me it is a prison.

what lenten entertainment the players shall receive Ros. Why, then your ambition makes it one ; 'tis from you : we coted them on the way; and hither too narrow for your mind.

are they coming, to offer you service. Ham. O God! I could be bounded in a nut-shell, Ham. He that plays the king, shall be welcome; and count myself a king of infinite space; were it his majesty shall have tribute of me : the advennot that I have bad dreams.

turous knight shall use bis foil, and target : the Guil. Which dreams, indeed, are ambition ; for lover shall not sigh gratis ; the humerous man shall the very substance of the ambitious is merely the end his part in peace : the clown shall make those shadow of a dream.

laugh, whose lungs are tickled o'the sere ; and the Ham. A dream itself is but a shadow.

lady shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse Ros. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and shall halt for't. - What players are they? light a quality, that it is but a shadow's shadow. Ros. Even those you were wont to take such de

Ham. Then are our beggars, bodies ; and our light in, the tragedians of the city. monarchs, and outstretch'd heroes, the beggars' Ham. How chances it, they travel ? their resi. shadows: Shall we to the court? for, by my fay, Idence, both in reputation and profit, was better cannot reason, Ros. Guil. We'll wait upon you.

Ros. I think, their inhibition comes by the means flam. No such matter : I will not sort you with of the late innovation. the rest of my servants; for, to speak to you like Ham. Do they hold the same estimation they did an honest man, I am most dreadfully attended. when I was in the city? Are they so followed ? But, in the beaten way of friendship, what make Ros. No, indeed, they are not. you at Elsinore ?

Ham. How comes it? Do they grow rusty ? Ros. To visit you, my lord; no other occasion. Ros. Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted

Ham. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; pace : But there is, sir, an aiery of children, little but I thank you: and sure, dear friends, my thanks eyases, that cry out on the top of question, and are are too dear, a half-penny. Were you not sent for? most tyranically clapped for’t: these are now the Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation ? fashion; and so berattle the common stages, (so

both ways.

they call them) that many, wearing rapiers, are Ham. Am I not i'the right, old Jephthah ? afraid of goose quills, and dare scarce come thither. Pol. If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a

Ham. What, are they children? who maintains daughter, that I love passing well. them ? how are they escoted? Will they pursue Ham. Nay, that follows not. the quality no longer than they can sing ? will they Poh What follows then, my lord ? not say afterwards, if they should grow themselves Ham. Why, As by lot, God wot, and then, you to common players, (as it is most like, if their means know, It came to pass, As most like it was, – The are no better, their writers do them wrong, to first row of the pious chanson will show you more : make them exclaim against their own succession ? for look, my abridgment comes. Ros. 'Faith, there has been much to do on both

Enter Four or Five Players. sides ; and the nation holds it no sin, to tarre them on to controversy : there was, for a while, no mo

You are welcome, masters; welcome, all :- I am ney bid for argument, unless the poet and the player glad to see thee well :-welcome, good friends. went to cuffs in the question.

0, old friend! Why, thy face is valanced since I Ham., Is it possible ?

saw thee last ; Com'st thou to beard me in DenGuil

. O, there has been much throwing about of mark ?—What! my young lady and mistress! By-':brains.

lady, your ladyship is nearer to heaven, that when Ham. Do the boys carry it away?

I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine. Pray Ros. Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and God, your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be his load too.

not cracked within the ring. — Masters, you are all Ham. It is not very strange : for my uncle is welcome. We'll e’en to't

like French falconers fly king of Denmark; and those, that would make at any thing we see : We'll have a speech straight: moutbs at him while my father lived, give twenty, Come, give us a taste of your quality; come, a pasforty, fifty, an hundred ducats a-piece, for his pic- sionate speech. ture in little. 'Sblood, there is something in this

1 Play. What speech, my lord ? more than natural, if philosophy could find it out.

Ham. I heard thee speak me a speech once, (Flourish of trumpets within. but it was never acted; or, if it was not above Gui. There are the players.

once; for the play, I remember, pleased not the Ham. Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. million ; 'twas caviare to the general : but it was Your hands. Come then : the appurtenance of (as I received it, and others, whose judgments, in welcome is fashion and ceremony: let me comply such matters, cried in the top of mine,) an eroelwith you in this garb ; lest my extent to the players, lent play ; well digested in the scenes, set dowa with which, I tell you, must show fairly outward, should

as much modesty as cunning. I remember, ode more appear like entertainment than yours. You said, there were no sallets in the lines, to make the are welcome : but my uncle-father, and aunt-mo

matter savoury ; nor no matter in the phrase, that ther, are deceived.

might indite the author of affection ; but called the Guil. In what, my dear lord ?

an honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by Ham. I am but mad north-north-west ; when the very much more handsome than fine. Ope speed wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a hand-saw. in it I chiefly loved : 'twas Æneas' tale to Dido;

and thereabout of it especially, where he speaks of Enter POLONIUS.

Priam's slaughter: If it live in your memory, begia Pol. Well be with you, gentlemen!

at this line ; let me see, let me see; Ham. Hark you, Guildenstern, - and you too ;

The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beaust, at each ear a hearer; that great baby, you see

'tis not so ; it begins with Pyrrhus. there, is not yet out of his swaddling clouts.

The rugged Pyrrhus, - he, whace sable erres, Ros. Happily, he's the second time come to them;

Black as his purpose, did the right resemble for, they say, an old man is twice a child.

When he lay couched in the ominons kors, Ham. I will prophesy, he comes to tell me of the Hath now this dread and black complenon 4 players; mark it. - You say right, sir : o’Monday With heraldry more dismal; head to foot morning ; 'twas then, indeed.

Now is he total gules; korridly trick'd Pol. My lord, I have news to tell you.

With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sotet; Ham. My lord, I have news to tell you. When

Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets, Roscius was an actor in Rome,

That lend a tyrannous and a damned ligte Pol. The actors are come hither, my lord.

To their lord's murder : Roasted in math, and for Ham. Buz, buz!

And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore, Pol. Upon my honour,

With eyes like carbuncles, the hellisk Pyrrhus Ham. Then came each actor on his ass, —

Old grandsire Priam seeks ; So proceed yoe. Pd. The best actors in the world, either for tra- Pol. 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken; with grad gedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, accent, and good discretion. historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-comi- 1 Play. Anon he finds him cal, historical-pastoral, scene individable, or poem Striking too short at Greeks; his antique surd, unlimited : Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls, too light. For the law of writ, and the liberty, these Repugnant to command: Unequal match &, are the only men.

Pyrrhus at Priam drūves ; in rage, strikes wide Ham. O Jephthah, judge of Israel, - what a trea- But u

the whiff and wind of his fell sword sure hadst thou !

The unnerved father falls. Then seistes In Pol. What a treasure had he, my lord ?

Seeming to feel this blow, with floming top Ham. Why — One fair daughter, and no more, Stoops to his base; and with a hidemus ca The which he loved passing well.

Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear : for, lo ! Pol. Still on my daughter.

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1 Play. Ay, my lord. So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood;

Ham. Very well. - Follow that lord; and look And, like a neutral to his will and matter, , you mock him not. (Exit Player.) My good friends, Did nothing.

[To Ros. and Guil] I'll leave you till night : you But, as we often see, against some storm,

are welcome to Elsinore. A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,

Ros. Good my lord ! The bold winds speechless, and the orb below

[Exeunt RosenCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. As hush as death: anon the dreadful thunder Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you :-Now I am alone. Doth rend the region : So, after Pyrrhus' pause, 0, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! A roused vengeance sets him new a work ;

Is it not monstrous, that this player here, And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall

But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, On Mars's armour, forg'd for proof eterne,

Could force his soul so to his own conceit, With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword That from her working, all his visage wann'd; Now falls on Priam.

Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting In general synod, take away her power ;

With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing ! Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,

For Hecuba! And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven,

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, As low as to the fiends!

That he should weep for her? What would he do, Pol. This is too long.

Had he the motive and the cue for passion, Ham. It shall to the barber's, with your beard.- That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, Pr’ythee, say on :- He's for a jig, or a tale of And cleave the general ear, with horrid speech; bawdry, or he sleeps: - say on: come to Hecuba. Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, 1 Play. But who, ah woe! had seen the mobled Confound the ignorant; and amaze, indeed, queen

The very faculties of eyes and ears. Ham. The mobled queen?

Yet I, Pol. That's good; mobled queen is good.

A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, 1 Play. Run barefoot up and down, threatning Like John a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, the flames

And can say nothing ; no, not for a king, With bisson rheum ; a clout upon that head, . Upon whose property, and most dear life, Where late the diadem stood ; and, for a robe, A damn defeat was made. Am I a coward ? About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins,

Who calls me villain ? breaks my pate across ? A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up :

Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd, Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i'the 'Gainst fortune's state would treason have pro

throat, nounc'd :

As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? But if the gods themselves did see her then,

Ha! When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport Why, I should take it: for it cannot be, In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs; i But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall The instant burst of clamour that she made, To make oppression bitter ; or, ere this, (Unless things mortal move them not at all,) I should have fatted all the region kites Would have made milch the burning eye of heaven, With this slave's offal: Bloody, bawdy villain ! And passion in the gods.

Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! Pol. Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, Why, what an ass am I? This is most brave; and has tears in's eyes. Pr'ythee, no more. That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,

Ham. 'Tis well ; I'll bave thee speak out the Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, rest of this soon. — Good my lord, will you see the Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be And fall a cursing, like a very drab, well used; for they are the abstract, and brief chro- A scullion ! nicles, of the time: After your death you were Fye upon't! foh! About my brains! Humph! I better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while

have heard,

That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Pol. My lord, I will use them according to their Have by the very cunning of the scene desert.

Been struck so to the soul, that presently Ham. Odd's bodikin, man, much better : Use They have proclaim'd their malefactions ; every man after his desert, and who shall 'scape For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak whipping! Use them after your own honour and With most miraculous organ. I'll have these dignity: The less they deserve, the more merit is in

players your bounty. Take them in.

Play something like the murder of my father, Pol. Come, sirs.

Before mine uncle : I'll observe his looks; [Exit Polonius with some of the Players. I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench, Ham. Follow him, friends : we'll hear a play to- I know my course. The spirit that I have seen, norrow. - Dost thou hear me, old friend ; can you May be a devil: and the devil hath power lay the murder of Gonzago ?

To assume a pleasing shape ; yea, and, perhaps, 1 Play. Ay, my lord.

Out of my weakness, and my melancholy, Ham. We'll have it to-morrow night. You could, (As he is very potent with such spirits,)

a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen Abuses me to damn me : I'll have grounds Iitan. which I would set down, and insert in't? More relative than this: The play's the thing,

Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. (Exit.

you live.

you not?

your o


SCENE I. - A Room in the Castle. A lash that speech doth give my conscience !

The harlot's cheek, beautied with plast'ring art, Enter King, QUEEN, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, Rosen- is not more ugly to the thing that helps it, CRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN.

Than is my deed to my most painted word:
King. And can you, by no drift of conference O heavy burden!
Get from him, why he puts on this confusion ;

Pol. I hear him coming ; let's withdraw, my Grating so harshly all his days of quiet

lord. (Eseunt King and Polosies, With turbulent and dangerous lunacy? Ros. He does confess, he feels himself distracted;

Enter HAMLET. But from what cause he will by no means speak. Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the question:

Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded; Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer
But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof,

The sling and arrows of outrageous fortune;
When we would bring him on to some confession Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
Of his true state.

And, by opposing, end them? - To die, Queen. Did be receive you well ?

sleep, — Ros. Most like a gentleman.

No more; - and, by a sleep, to say we end Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition. The heart-ach, and the thousand natural shocks Ros. Niggard of question ; but, of our demands, That flesh is heir to, - 'tis a consummation Most free in his reply.

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die; - to sleep;Queen.

Did you assay him To sleep! perchance to dream ;-ay, there's the To any pastime ?

rub; Ros. Madam, it so fell out, that certain players For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him; When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, And there did seem in him a kind of joy

Must give us pause : there's the respect, To hear of it: They are about the court;

That makes calamity of so long life : And, as I think, they have already order

For who would bear the whips and scorns of tirsa, This night to play before him.

The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumes Pol.

'Tis most true : The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties, The insolence of office, and the spurns To hear and see the matter.

That patient merit of the unworthy takes, King. With all my heart; and it doth much When he himself might his quietus make content me

With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To hear him so inelin'd.

To grunt and sweat under a weary life; Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,

But that the dread of something after death, And drive his purpose on to these delights. The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn Ros. We shall, my lord.

No traveller returns, — puzzles the will; (Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. And makes us rather bear those ills we have, King.

Sweet Gertrude, leave us too : Than fly to others that we know not of? For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither ; Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; That he, as 'twere by accident, may here

And thus the native hue of resolution Affront Ophelia :

Is sick lied o'er with the pale cast of thought ; Her father, and myself (lawful espials,)

And enterprizes of great pith and moment, Will so bestow ourselves, that, seeing, unseen, With this regard, their currents turn awry, We may of their encounter frankly judge ;

And lose the name of action. - Soft you, now! And gather by him, as he is behav'd,

The fair Ophelia : - Nymph, in thy Orisons If't be the affiction of his love or no,

Be all my sins remember'd. That thus he suffers for.


Good my lord,
I shall obey you :

How does your honour for this many a day?
And, for your part, Ophelia, I do wish,

Ham. I humbly thank you ; well. That your good beauties be the happy cause

Oph. My lord, I bave remembrances of young Of Hamlet's wildness; so shall I hope your virtues That I have longed long to re-deliver; Will bring him to his wonted way again,

I pray you, now receive

them. To both your honours.


No, not I; Opho

Madam, I wish it may. I never gave you aught.

(Exit Queex. Oph. My honour'd lord, you know right we Pol. Ophelia, walk you here : - Gracious, so

you did; please you,

And, with them, words of so sweet breath agar We will bestow ourselves : - Read on this book ; As made the things more rich : their perfume kask

(To Ophelia. Take these again; for to the noble mind, That show of such an exercise may colour

Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove ankuad. Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this, – There, my lord. 'Tis too much prov'd, that, with devotion's visage, Ham. Ha, ha! are you honest? And pious action, we do sugar o'er

Oph. My lord ? The devil himself.

Ham. Are you fair? King

0, 'tis too true! how smart Oph. What means your lordship?

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