Pol.
He will come straight. Look, you lay home to him:^{112 note}
Tell him his pranks have been too broad^{113 note} to bear with,
And that your grace hath screen'd and stood between

Much heat and him. I'll sconce me even here.^{114 note}
Pray you, be round with him.

Queen.
I'll warrant you;
Fear me not:—withdraw, I hear him coming. [Polonius hides himself. L. H. U. E.] Enter Hamlet (R.)

Ham. (R. C.)
Now, mother, what's the matter?

Queen. (L. C.)
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 tongue.

Queen.
Why, how now, Hamlet!

Ham.
What's the matter now?

Queen.
Have you forgot me?

Ham.
No, by the rood,^{115 note} not so:
You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife;
And—would it were not so!—you are my mother.

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

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

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

Pol. (Behind.)
What, ho! help!

Ham.
How now! a rat?^{116 note} [Draws.]
Dead, for a ducat, dead! [Hamlet rushes off behind the arras.]

Pol. (Behind.)
O, I am slain! [Falls and dies.]

Queen.
O me, what hast thou done?

Ham. (Returning.)
Nay, I know not:
Is it the king?

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

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

Queen.
As kill a king!

Ham.
Ay, lady, 'twas my word. [Goes off behind the arras, and returns.]
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! [To the dead body of Polonius, behind the arras.]
I took thee for thy better.
Leave wringing of your hands: Peace; sit you down, [To the Queen.]
And let me wring your heart: for so I shall,
If it be made of penetrable stuff;
If damnèd custom have not brazed it so,^{117 note}
That it be proof and bulwark against sense.^{118 note}

Queen. (Sits R. C.)
What have I done, that thou dar'st wag thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?

Ham. (Seated L. C.)
Such an act,
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And sets a blister there;^{119 note}

makes marriage vows
As false as dicer's oaths: O, such a deed
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul;^{120 note}
and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words.—
Ah, me, that act!

Queen.
Ah me, what act?

Ham.
Look here, upon this picture, and on this,

The counterfeit presentment^{121 note} of two brothers.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow;
Hypérion's curls;^{122 note} the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury^{123 note}
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination, and a 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 ear,
Blasting his wholesome brother.^{124 note}
Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor?^{125 note} Ha! have you eyes?
You cannot call it love; for, at your age
The hey-day in the blood^{126 note} is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment: And what judgment
Would step from this to this?
O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine,^{127 note} in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire.

Queen.
O, Hamlet, speak no more:
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
And there I see such black and grainèd spots
As will not leave their tinct.^{128 note}

Ham.
Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,—^{129 note}

Queen.
O, speak to me no more;
No more, sweet Hamlet!

Ham.
A murderer and a villain:
A slave that is not twentieth part the tythe
Of your precedent lord;—a vice of kings;^{130 note}
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule;
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
And put it in his pocket!^{131 note}

Queen.
No more!

Ham.
A king
Of shreds and patches.^{132 note} [Enter Ghost, R.]
Save me [Starts from his chair], and hover o'er me with your wings,
You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?

Queen.
Alas, he's mad! [Rising.]

Ham. (L.)
Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, laps'd in time and passion,^{133 note} lets go by
The important acting of your dread command?
O, say!

Ghost. (R.)
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 soul.
Speak to her Hamlet.

Ham.
How is it with you, lady?

Queen.
Alas, how is't with you,
That you do bend your eye on vacancy,
And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep.
O gentle son, [Crosses to Hamlet.]
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience.^{134 note} Whereon do you look?

Ham.
On him, on him!—Look you, how pale he glares!
His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
Would make them capable.^{135 note} Do not look upon me;
Lest with this piteous action, you convert
My stern effects:^{136 note} then what I have to do
Will want true colour; tears perchance, for blood.

Queen.
To whom do you speak this?

Ham.
Do you see nothing there?

Queen.
Nothing at all; yet all that is, I see.^{137 note}

Ham.
Nor did you nothing hear?

Queen.
No, nothing but ourselves.

Ham.
Why, look you there! look, how it steals away! [Ghost crosses to L.]
My father in his habit as he lived!^{138 note}
Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal! [Exit Ghost, L. H. Hamlet sinks into chair C. The Queen falls on her knees by his side.]

Queen.
This is the very coinage of your brain:
This bodiless creation ecstacy
Is very cunning in.^{139 note}

Ham.
Ecstasy!
My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful music: It is not madness
That I have uttered: bring me to the test,
And I the matter will re-word; which madness
Would gambol from.^{140 note} Mother, for love of grace, [Rising.]
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul,
That not your trespass, but my madness speaks:
It will but skin and film^{141 note} the ulcerous place,
Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
Repent what's past; avoid what is to come.

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

Ham.
O, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half.
Good night: but go not to my uncle's bed; [Raising the Queen.]
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
Once more, good night!
And when you are desirous to be bless'd,
I'll blessing beg of you.^{142 note}
For this same lord, [Pointing to Polonius.]
I do repent:
I will bestow him, and will answer well
The death I gave him. So, again, good night. [Exit Queen, R. H.]
I must be cruel, only to be kind:
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. [Exit Hamlet behind the arras, L. H. U. E.] END OF ACT THIRD.

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