Part 5 (2/2)

_Ros._ Wel my Lord wee'le take our leaue.

_Ham_ Farewell, farewell, G.o.d blesse you.

_Exit Rossencraft and Gilderstone._

_Enter Corambis_ _Cor._ My lord, the Queene would speake with you.

_Ham._ Do you see yonder clowd in the shape of a camell?

_Cor._ T'is like a camell in deed.

_Ham._ Now me thinkes it's like a weasel.

_Cor._ T'is back't like a weasell.

_Ham._ Or like a whale.

_Cor._ Very like a whale. _exit Coram._ _Ham._ Why then tell my mother i'le come by and by.

Good night Horatio.

_Hor._ Good night vnto your Lords.h.i.+p. _exit Horatio._ _Ham._ My mother she hath sent to speake with me: O G.o.d, let ne're the heart of _Nero_ enter This soft bosome.

Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall.

I will speake daggers, those sharpe wordes being spent, [G1v]

To doe her wrong my soule shall ne're consent. _exit._ _Enter the King_.

_King_. O that this wet that falles vpon my face Would wash the crime cleere from my conscience!

When I looke vp to heauen, I see my trespa.s.se, The earth doth still crie out vpon my fact, Pay me the murder of a brother and a king, And the adulterous fault I haue committed: O these are sinnes that art vnpardonable: Why say thy sinnes were blacker then is ieat, Yet may contrition make them as white as snowe: I but still to perseuer in a sinne, It is an act gainst the vniuerfall power, Most wretched man, stoope, bend thee to thy prayer, Aske grace of heauen to keepe thee from despaire.

_hee kneeles._ _enters Hamlet_

_Ham._ I so, come forth and worke thy last, And thus hee dies: and so, am I reuenged: No, not so: he tooke my father sleeping, his sins brim full, And how his soule floode to the state of heauen Who knowes, saue the immortall powres, And shall I kill him now When he is purging of his soule?

Making his way for heauen, this is a benefit, And not reuenge: no, get thee vp agen, (drunke, When hee's at game swaring, taking his carowse, drinking Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed, Or at some act that hath no relish Of saluation in't, then trip him That his heeles may kicke at heauen, And fall as lowe as hel: my mother stayes, This phisicke but prolongs they weary dayes. _exit Ham._ _King_. My wordes fly vp, my sinnes remaine below.

No King on earth is safe, if G.o.ds his foe. _exit King._[G2]

_Enter Queene and Corambis._ _Cor._ Madame, I heare yong Hamlet comming, I'le shrowde my selfe behinde the Arras. _exit Cor._ _Queene_ Do so my Lord.

_Ham._ Mother, mother, O are you here?

How i'st with you mother?

_Queene_ How i'st with you?

_Ham,_ I'le tell you, but first weele make all safe.

_Queene_ Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.

_Ham._ Mother, you haue my father much offended.

_Queene_ How now boy?

_Ham._ How now mother! come here, sit downe, for you shall heare me speake.

_Queene_ What wilt thou doe? thou wilt not murder me: Helpe hoe.

_Cor._ Helpe for the Queene.

_Ham._ I a Rat, dead for a Duckat.

Rash intruding foole, farewell, I tooke thee for thy better.

_Queene_ Hamlet, what hast thou done?

_Ham._ Not so much harme, good mother, As to kill a king, and marry with his brother.

_Queene_ How! kill a king!

_Ham._ I a King: nay sit you downe, and ere you part, If you be made of penitrable stuffe, I'le make your eyes looke downe into your heart, And see how horride there and blacke it shews. (words?

_Queene_ Hamlet, what mean'st thou by these killing _Ham._ Why this I meane, see here, behold this picture, It is the portraiture, of your deceased husband, See here a face, to outface _Mars_ himselfe, An eye, at which his foes did tremble at, A front wherin all vertues are set downe For to adorne a king, and guild his crowne, Whose heart went hand in hand euen with that vow, He made to you in marriage, and he is dead. [G2v]

Murdred, d.a.m.nably murdred, this was your husband, Looke you now, here is your husband, With a face like _Vulcan_.

A looke fit for a murder and a rape, A dull dead hanging looke, and a h.e.l.l-bred eie, To affright children and amaze the world: And this same haue you left to change with this.

What Diuell thus hath cosoned you at hob-man blinde?

A! haue you eyes and can you looke on him That slew my father, and your deere husband, To liue in the incestuous pleasure of his bed?

_Queene_ O Hamlet, speake no more.

_Ham._ To leaue him that bare a Monarkes minde, For a king of clowts, of very shreads.

_Queene_ Sweete Hamlet cease.

_Ham._ Nay but still to persist and dwell in sinne, To sweate vnder the yoke of infamie, To make increase of shame, to seale d.a.m.nation.

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