Pol. That's good; mobled queen is good. 1 Play. Run barefoot up and down, threat'ning the flames With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head, A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up; Pol. Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's eyes.-Pr'ythee, no more. Ham. 'Tis well; I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.-Good, my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for they are the abstract, and brief chronicles, of the time; After your death you were better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you live. Pol. My lord, I will use them according to their desert. Ham. Odds bodikin, man, much better: Use every man after his desert, and who shall 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity: The less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in. Pol. Come, sirs. [Exit Polonius, with some of the Players. Ham. Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play tomorrow. Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the murder of Gonzago? 1 Play, Ay, my lord. Ham. We'll have it to-morrow night. You could, for a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which I would set down, and insert in't? could you not? 1 Play. Ay, my lord. Ham. Very welk-Follow that lord; and look you mock him not. [Exit Player] My good friends, [To Ros. and Guil.] I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. A broken voice, and his whole function suiting What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, Why, I should take it: for it cannot be, Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! A scullion! Fie upon't! foh! About my brains! Humph! I have heard, That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, SCENE 1. A Room in the Castle. King. And can you by no drift of conference Ros. He does confess, he feels himself distracted; But from what cause, he will by no means speak. Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded; But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof, When we would bring him on to some confession Queen. 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 Ros. Madam, it so fell out, that certain players Pol. "Tis most true: And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties, King. With all my heart; and it doth much content me To hear him so inclin❜d. Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, 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, If't be the affliction of his love, or no, Queen. I shall obey you: And, for your part, Ophelia, I do wish, That your good beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlet's wildness: so sball I hope, your virtues To both your honours. Oph. Madam, I wish it may. [Exit Queen. Pol. Ophelia, walk you here:-Gracious, so please you, We will bestow ourselves:-Read on this book; [To Ophelia. That show of such an exercise may colour D |