Of habit's devil, is angel yet in this; To the next abstinence: the next more easy: [Pointing to POLONIUS. Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.- Queen. What shall I do? Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do: Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed; 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 all this matter out, That I essentially am not in madness, But mad in craft. Twere good, you let him know: Unpeg the basket on the house's top, Let the birds fly; and, like the famous ape, To try conclusions |, in the basket creep, And break your own neck down. Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath, * A term of endearment. # Toad. § Cat. +Steaming with heat. Experiments. And breath of life, I have no life to breathe Ham. I must to England: you know that? I had forgot; tis so concluded on. Alack,. Ham. There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows, Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd*, Hoist with his own petar t: and it shall go hard, ACT IV HAMLET'S IRRESOLUTION. How all occasions do inform against me, To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom, And, ever, three parts coward,-I do not know Sith** I have cause, and will, and strength, and means, To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me: *Having their teeth. Profit. Grow mouldy. + Blown up with his own bomb. Witness, this army of such mass, and charge, Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot SORROWS RARELY SINGLE. O Gertrude, Gertrude, When sorrows come, they come not single spies, THE DIVINITY OF KINGS. Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person; That treason can but peep to what it would, DESCRIPTION OF OPHELIA'S DEATH. Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Therewith fantastic garlands did she make Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples*, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them : + Licentious. Orchis morio mas, There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Unto that element: but long it could not be, ACT V. HAMLET'S REFLECTIONS ON YORICK'S SCULL Grave-digger. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! he poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? [Takes the scull. Ham. Alas! poor Yorick!-I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest; of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour + she must come; make her laugh at that. OPHELIA'S INTERMENT. Lay her i'the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh, Insensible. + Countenance, complexion. R May violets spring!-I tell thee, churlish priest, MELANCHOLY. This is mere madness:. And thus a while the fit will work on him: When that her golden couplets are disclos'd*, PROVIDENCE DIRECTS OUR ACTIONS. And that should teach us, There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Give me the cups; A HEALTH. And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth, JULIUS CAESAR. ACT I. PATRIOTISM, What is it that you would impart to me? If it be aught toward the general good, Set honour in one eye, and death is the other, And I will look on both indifferently: For, let the gods so speed me, as I love The name of honour more than I fear death. *Hatched. |