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desert。 Ham。 God's bodykins； man； much better！ Use every man after his
desert； and who should scape whipping？ Use them after your own honour
and dignity。 The less they deserve； the more merit is in your bounty。 Take
them in。 Pol。 Come； sirs。 Ham。 Follow him； friends。 We'll hear a play to…
morrow。Exeunt Polonius and Players ＇except the First＇。 Dost thou hear me；
old friend？ Can you play 'The Murther of Gonzago'？ 1。 Play。 Ay； my lord。
Ham。 We'll ha't to…morrow night。 You could； for a need； study a speech of
some dozen or sixteen lines which I would set down and insert in't； could
you not？ 1。 Play。 Ay； my lord。 Ham。 Very well。 Follow that lord… and look
you mock him not。 ＇Exit First Player。＇ My good friends； I'll leave you till
night。 You are welcome to Elsinore。 Ros。 Good my lord！ Ham。 Ay； so； God
b' wi' ye！ ＇Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Now I am alone。 O what
a rogue and peasant slave am I！ Is it not monstrous that this player here；
But in a fiction； in a dream of passion； Could force his soul so to his own
conceit That； from her working； all his visage wann'd； Tears in his eyes；
distraction in's aspect； A broken voice； and his whole function suiting With
forms to his conceit？ And all for nothing！ For Hecuba！ What's Hecuba to
him； or he to Hecuba； That he should weep for her？ What would he do；
Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have？ He would drown
the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech； Make
mad the guilty and appal the free； Confound the ignorant； and amaze
indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears。 Yet I； A dull and muddy…
mettled rascal； peak Like John…a…dreams； unpregnant of my cause； And
can say nothing！ No； not for a king； Upon whose property and most dear
life A damn'd defeat was made。 Am I a coward？ Who calls me villain？
breaks my pate across？ Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face？
Tweaks me by th' nose？ gives me the lie i' th' throat As deep as to the lungs？
Who does me this； ha？ 'Swounds； I should take it！ for it cannot be But I
am pigeon…liver'd and lack gall To make oppression bitter； or ere this I
should have fatted all the region kites With this slave's offal。 Bloody
bawdy villain！ Remorseless； treacherous； lecherous； kindless villain！ O；
vengeance！ Why； what an ass am I！ This is most brave； That I； the son of a
dear father murther'd； Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell； Must
（like a whore） unpack my heart with words And fall a…cursing like a very
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drab； A scullion！ Fie upon't！ foh！ About； my brain！ Hum； I have heard That
guilty creatures； sitting at a play； Have by the very cunning of the scene
Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their
malefactions； For murther； though it have no tongue； will speak With most
miraculous organ； I'll have these Players Play something like the murther
of my father Before mine uncle。 I'll observe his looks； I'll tent him to the
quick。 If he but blench； I know my course。 The spirit that I have seen May
be a devil； and the devil hath power T' assume a pleasing shape； yea； and
perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy； As he is very potent
with such spirits； Abuses me to damn me。 I'll have grounds More relative
than this。 The play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the
King。 Exit。
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ACT III。
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SCENE I。 Elsinore。 A room in the Castle。
Enter King； Queen； Polonius； Ophelia； Rosencrantz； Guildenstern； and
Lords。
King。 And can you by no drift of circumstance Get from him why he
puts on this confusion； Grating so harshly all his days of quiet With
turbulent and dangerous lunacy？ Ros。 He does confess he feels himself
distracted； But from what cause he will by no means speak。 Guil。 Nor do
we find him forward to be sounded； But with a crafty madness keeps aloof
When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state。 Queen。
Did he receive you well？ Ros。 Most like a gentleman。 Guil。 But with much
forcing of his disposition。 Ros。 Niggard of question； but of our demands
Most free in his reply。 Queen。 Did you assay him To any pastime？ Ros。
Madam； it so fell out that certain players We o'erraught on the way。 Of
these we told him； And there did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it。
They are here about the court； And； as I think； they have already order
This night to play before him。 Pol。 'Tis most true； And he beseech'd me to
entreat your Majesties To hear and see the matter。 King。 With all my heart；
and it doth much content me To hear him so inclin'd。 Good gentlemen；
give him a further edge And drive his purpose on to these delights。 Ros。
We shall； my lord。 Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern。 King。 Sweet
Gertrude； leave us too； For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither； That he；
as 'twere by accident； may here Affront Ophelia。 Her father and myself
（lawful espials） Will so bestow ourselves that； seeing unseen； We may of
their encounter frankly judge And gather by him； as he is behav'd； If't be
th' affliction of his love； or no； That thus he suffers for。 Queen。 I shall obey
you； And for your part； Ophelia； I do wish That your good beauties be the
happy cause Of Hamlet's wildness。 So shall I hope your virtues Will bring
him to his wonted way again； To both your honours。 Oph。 Madam； I wish
it may。＇Exit Queen。＇ Pol。 Ophelia； walk you here。… Gracious； so please you；
We will bestow ourselves。… ＇To Ophelia＇ Read on this book； That show of
such an exercise may colour Your loneliness。… We are oft to blame in this；
'Tis too much prov'd； that with devotion's visage And pious action we do
sugar o'er The Devil himself。 King。 ＇aside＇ O； 'tis too true！ How smart a
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lash that speech doth give my conscience！ The harlot's cheek； beautied
with plast'ring art； Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my
deed to my most painted word。 O heavy burthen！ Pol。 I hear him coming。
Let's withdraw； my lord。 Exeunt King and Polonius＇。
Enter Hamlet。
Ham。 To be； or not to be… that is the question： Whether 'tis nobler in
the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take
arms against a sea of troubles； And by opposing end them。 To die… to
sleep… No more； and by a sleep to say we end The heartache； and the
thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to。 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd。 To die… to sleep。 To sleep… perchance to dream： ay；
there's the rub！ For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we
have shuffled off this mortal coil； Must give us pause。 There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life。 For who would bear the whips and
scorns of time； Th' oppressor's wrong； the proud man's contumely； The
pangs of despis'd love； the law's delay； The insolence of office； and the
spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes； When he himself might
his quietus make With a bare bodkin？ Who would these fardels bear； To
grunt and sweat under a weary life； But that the dread of something after
death… T