Play something like the murder of my father More relative than this. I'll have grounds Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. 630 [Exit. Act Third. Scene 1. A room in the castle. Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, King. And can you, by no drift of circumstance, But from what cause he will by no means speak. When we would bring him on to some confession Queen. Did he receive you Ros. Most like a gentleman. Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition. Ros. Niggard of question, but of our demands Most free in his reply. Queen. Did you assay him To any pastime? Ros. Madam, it so fell out that certain players Pol. We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him, 'Tis most true : And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties To hear and see the matter. 20 King. With all my heart; and it doth much content me To hear him so inclined. Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, And drive his purpose on to these delights. Ros. We shall, my lord. King. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither, Her father and myself, lawful espials, Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen, 30 Queen. Oph. I shall obey you: And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish That your good beauties be the happy cause To both your honours. 41 Madam, I wish it may. [Exit Queen. Pol. Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please you, We will bestow ourselves. [To Ophelia.] Read on this book; King. That show of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,— The devil himself. [Aside] O, 'tis too true! How smart a lash that speech doth give my con science! The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Pol. I hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord. 50 [Exeunt King and Polonius. Enter Hamlet. Ham. To be, or not to be: that is the question: That makes calamity of so long life; 69 For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, To |