(Draws.) QUEEN. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much of- Dead, for a ducat, dead. fended. HAMLET. Mother, you have my father much offended. QUEEN. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. QUEEN. O me, what hast thou done? HAMLET. Go, go, you question with a wicked Is it the king? tongue. QUEEN. Why, how now, Hamlet? QUEEN. Have you forgot me? HAMLET. HAMLET. Come, come, and sit you down; you You go not, till I set you up a glass, (Lifts up the arras; and draws forth Polonius.) QUEEN. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! HAMLET. A bloody deed; - almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king, and marry with his brother. HAMLET. Ay, lady, 'twas my word. - QUEEN. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder If it be made of penetrable stuff; Help, help, oh! If damned custom have not braz'd it so, A murderer, and a villain : A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe Of your precedent lord: a vice of kings: A cutpurse of the empire and the rule; That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket! 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 soul; Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works: Speak to her, Hamlet. HAMLET. PL. 10. How is it with you, lady? QUEEN. Alas, how is't with you? That you do bend your eye on vacancy, HAMLET. On him! on him! look? Look you, how pale His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, |