What's near it with it: it is a massy wheel, Did the king sigh, but with a general groan. Which now goes too free-footed. Ros. Guil. } We will haste us. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Enter Polonius. Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet: To hear the process; I'll warrant she'll tax him And, as you said, and wisely was it said, 30 'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother, Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege : King. I'll call upon you ere you go to bed, Thanks, dear my lord. [Exit Polonius. 40 O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; mercy But to confront the visage of offence? And what's in prayer but this twofold force, Or pardon'd being down? My fault is past. But O, murder?' Then I'll look up; 50 what form of prayer Forgive me my foul That cannot be, since I am still possess'd Of those effects for which I did the murder, My crown, mine own ambition and my queen. 60 Art more engaged! Help, angels! make assay! steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe! 71 All may be well. [Retires and kneels. Enter Hamlet. Ham. Now might I do it pat, now he is praying; I, his sole son, do this same villain send O, this is hire and salary, not revenge. He took my father grossly, full of bread, 80 With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; And how his audit stands who knows save heaven? But in our circumstance and course of thought, Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent: Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven 90 This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. [Exit. King. [Rising] My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go. [Exit. Scene IV. The Queen's closet. Enter Queen and Polonius. Pol. He will come straight. Look you lay home to him: Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with, And that your grace hath screen'd and stood between Much heat and him. I'll sconce me even here. Pray you, be round with him. Ham. [Within] Mother, mother, mother! Queen. I'll warrant you; fear me not. Withdraw, I hear him coming. [Polonius hides behind the arras. Enter Hamlet. Ham. Now, mother, what's the matter? Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. Ham. IO What's the matter now? No, by the rood, not so: Queen. Have you forgot me? |