From me, whose love was of that dignity, But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven; And prey on garbage. But, soft! methinks, I scent the morning air; Brief let me be:-Sleeping within mine orchard, My custom always of the afternoon, Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole, With juice of cursed hebenon " in a vial, The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine; And a most instant tetter bark'd about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, All my smooth body. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand, Of life, of crown, of queen, at once despatch'd: Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd 3°; No reckoning made, but sent to my account Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me. [Exit. Ham. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple hell?-O fie!-Hold, hold, my heart; And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up!-Remember thee? I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, O most pernicious woman! O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; [Writing. So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word; It is, Adieu, adieu! remember me. I have sworn't. Hor. [Within.] My lord, my lord, Mar. [Within.] Lord Hamlet, Hor. [Within.] Ham. Heaven secure him! So be it! Mar. [Within.] Illo, ho, ho, my lord! Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come 31. Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS. Mar. How is't, my noble lord? Ham. How say you then; would heart of man once think it? But you'll be secret,— Hor. Mar. Ay, by heaven, my lord. |