Pol.
He ^note will come straight. Look you lay home to him: ^note
Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear ^note with,
And that your grace hath screen'd ^note and stood between
Much heat and him. I'll sconce me even ^note here.
Pray you, be round with him ^note.

Ham.[Within]
Mother, mother, mother! ^note

Queen. ^note

I'll warrant ^note you; fear me not. Withdraw ^note, I hear him coming. ^note

Ham.
Now, mother, what's the matter?

Queen.
Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.

Ham.
Mother, you have my father much offended.

Queen.
Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.

Ham.
Go, go, you question with a wicked ^note tongue.

Queen.
Why, how now, Hamlet!

Ham.
What's the matter now? ^note

Queen.
Have you forgot me?

Ham.
No, by the rood, not so:
You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife;
And—would it were not so!—you ^note are my mother.

Queen.
Nay, then, I'll set ^note those to you that can speak.

Ham.
Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge ^note;
You go not ^note till I set you up ^note a glass
Where you may see the inmost ^note part of you. ^note

Queen.
What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?
Help, help, ho! ^note

Pol. [Behind] ^note
What, ho! help, help, help! ^note

Ham. [Drawing] ^note
How now! a rat? ^note Dead, for a ducat, dead! [Makes a pass through the arras. ^note

Pol. [Behind] ^note
O, I am slain! [Falls and dies. ^note

Queen.
O me, what hast ^note thou done?

Ham.
Nay, I know not: is it the king? ^note

Queen.
O, what a rash and bloody deed is ^note this!

Ham.
A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother,
As kill a king, and marry with his brother.

Queen.
As kill ^note a king! ^note

Ham.
Ay, lady, 'twas ^note my word. [Lifts up the arras and discovers ^note Polonius. ^note
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
I took thee for thy better ^note: take thy fortune;
Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.
Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down,
And let me wring your heart: for so I shall,
If it be made of penetrable stuff;
If damned custom have not brass'd ^note it so,
That it be ^note proof and bulwark against sense ^note.

Queen.
What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?

Ham.
Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,
Calls virtue hypocrite ^note, takes off ^note the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And sets ^note a blister there; makes marriage vows
As false as dicers' oaths: O, such a deed
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul, and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody ^note of words: heaven's face doth ^note glow;

Yea, ^note this solidity ^note and compound mass,
With tristful ^note visage, as against ^note the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act. ^note

Queen.
Ay me, what act,
That roars so loud and thunders in the index? ^note

Ham.
Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See what a grace was ^note seated on this ^note brow;
Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself,
An eye like Mars, to threaten and ^note command;
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted ^note on a heaven-kissing ^note hill;
A combination and a ^note form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal
To give the world assurance of a man:
This was your husband. Look you now, what follows:
Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ^note ear ^note,
Blasting his wholesome brother ^note. Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten ^note on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?
You cannot call it love, for at your age
The hey-day in the ^note blood is tame, it's ^note humble,
And waits upon the judgement: and what judgement
Would step ^note from this to this? Sense sure you have,
Else could you not have motion ^note: but sure that sense

Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err,
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd
But it reserved some quantity of choice,
To serve in such a difference. ^note What devil was 't
That thus hath cozen'd ^note you at hoodman ^note-blind ^note?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so mope. ^note
O shame! where is thy blush? ^note Rebellious hell ^note,
If thou canst mutine ^note in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax
And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame
When the compulsive ardour ^note gives the charge,
Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
And ^note reason panders ^note will.

Queen.
O Hamlet, speak no more:
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very ^note soul,
And there I see such black and grained ^note spots
As will not leave ^note their tinct.

Ham.
Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamed ^note bed,
Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love
Over the nasty sty,— ^note

Queen.
O, speak to me ^note no ^note more;
These words like daggers enter in ^note my ^note ears;

No more, sweet Hamlet!

Ham.
A murderer and a villain;
A slave that is not ^note twentieth part the tithe ^note
Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings;
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, ^note
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole
And put it in his pocket! ^note

Queen.
No ^note more! ^note

Ham.
A king of shreds and patches— ^note Enter Ghost. ^{note note}
Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,
You heavenly guards! What would your ^note gracious figure?

Queen.
Alas, he's ^note mad! ^note

Ham.
Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, lapsed in time ^note and passion, lets go by
The important acting of your dread command?
O, say! ^note

Ghost.
Do not forget: this visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But look, amazement on thy mother sits:
O, step between her and her fighting ^note soul:
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works:
Speak to her, Hamlet.

Ham.
How is it with you, lady?

Queen.
Alas, how is't with you,

That you do ^note bend your eye on vacancy
And with the incorporal ^note air do hold discourse?
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,
Your bedded ^note hairs ^note, like life in excrements ^note,
Start up and stand ^note an end ^note. O gentle son,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?

Ham.
On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares ^note!
His form and cause conjoin'd ^note, preaching to stones,
Would make them capable. Do not look upon ^note me,
Lest with this piteous action you convert
My stern effects ^note: then what I have ^note to do
Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.

Queen. ^note
To whom ^note do you speak this?

Ham.
Do you see nothing there?

Queen.
Nothing at all; yet all that is ^{note note} I see.

Ham.
Nor did you nothing hear?

Queen.
No, nothing but ourselves.

Ham.
Why, look you there! look, how it steals ^note away!
My father, in his habit as ^note he lived ^note!
Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal! [Exit Ghost. ^note

Queen.
This is the very coinage of your brain:
This bodiless creation ecstasy
Is very cunning in. ^note

Ham.
Ecstasy! ^note
My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful music: it is not madness
That I have utter'd ^note: bring me to the test,
And I the ^note matter will re-word ^note, which madness
Would gambol from. Mother, ^note for love of grace,
Lay not that ^note flattering unction to your soul,
That not your trespass but my madness speaks:
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
Whiles ^note rank corruption, mining ^note all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
Repent what's past, avoid what is ^note to come,
And do not spread the compost on ^note the weeds,
To make them ranker ^note. Forgive me ^note this my virtue,
For in the fatness of these ^note pursy times
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
Yea, curb ^note and woo for leave to do him ^note good. ^note

Queen.
O Hamlet ^note, thou hast cleft my heart in twain ^note.

Ham.
O ^note, throw away the worser part of it,
And live ^note the purer with the other half.
Good night: but go not to my ^note uncle's bed;
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,

Of habits devil, ^note is angel yet in this,
That to the use of actions fair and good
He likewise gives a frock or livery,
That aptly is put on. ^note Refrain to-night ^{note note},
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence; the next more easy;
For use almost can ^note change the stamp of nature,
And either......the ^note devil, or throw him out
With wondrous potency. ^note Once more, good night:
And when you are desirous to be blest,
I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord, [Pointing to Polonius. ^note
I do repent: but heaven hath ^note pleased it so,
To punish me with this, and this with me ^note,
That I must be their scourge and minister.
I will bestow him, and will answer well
The death I gave him. So, again, good night.
I must be cruel, only to be kind:
Thus ^note bad begins, and worse remains behind. ^note
One word more, good lady. ^note

Queen.
What shall I do?

Ham.
Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:

Let the bloat ^note king tempt you again to bed ^note;
Pinch wanton on your cheek, call you his mouse;
And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,
Make you to ravel ^note all this matter out,
That I essentially am not in madness,
But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know;
For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib ^note,
Such dear concernings ^note hide? who would do so?
No, in despite of sense and secrecy,
Unpeg the basket on the house's top,
Let the birds fly, and like the famous ape,
To try conclusions, in the basket ^note creep
And break your own neck down.

Queen.
Be thou assured, if words be made of breath
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe ^note
What thou hast said to me.

Ham.
I must to England; you know that? ^note

Queen.
Alack, ^note
I had forgot: 'tis so concluded on ^note. ^note

Ham.
There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows,
Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,
And marshal me to knavery ^note. Let it work;
For 'tis the sport ^note to have the enginer ^note

Hoist with his own petar ^note: and't ^note shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines,
And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet
When in one line two crafts directly meet. ^{note note}
This man shall ^note set me packing: ^note
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.
Mother, good night. Indeed ^note this counsellor
Is now most still, most secret and most grave,
Who was in life ^note a foolish ^note prating ^note knave.
Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good night, mother. [Exeunt ^note severally; Hamlet dragging in Polonius.

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