Scene II. A hall in the castle. Enter Hamlet and Players. Ham. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwigpated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it. First Play. I warrant your honour. Ham. Be not too tame neither, but let your own dis cretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, 10 the word to the action; with this special observ- 20 ance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: First Play. I hope we have reformed that indiffer- 40 ently with us, sir. Ham. O, reform it altogether. And let those that play your clowns speak no more that is set down spectators to laugh too, though in the mean How now, my lord! will the king hear this Pol. And the queen too, and that presently. Ros. Will you two help to hasten them? [Exit Polonius.] Guil. We will, my lord. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. What ho! Horatio! Enter Horatio. Hor. Here, sweet lord, at your service. Hor. O, my dear lord,— Ham. Nay, do not think I flatter; 60 To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those To sound what stop she please. Give me that man As I do thee. There is a play to-night before the king; One scene of it comes near the circumstance 80 Hor. And my imaginations are as foul As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note; Well, my lord: If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing, 90 Danish march. Aflourish. Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and other Lords attendant, with the Guard carrying torches. King. How fares our cousin Hamlet? Ham. Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so. King. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine. Ham. No, nor mine now. [To Polonius] My lord, you played once i' the university, you say? Pol. That did I, my lord, and was accounted a good actor. Ham. What did you enact? 100 |