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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。 Have you eyes？ Could you on this fair mountain leave
to feed； And batten on this moor？ Ha！ have you eyes You cannot call it
love； for at your age The heyday in the blood is tame； it's humble； And
waits upon the judgment； and what judgment Would step from this to this？
Sense sure you have； Else could you not have motion； but sure that sense
Is apoplex'd； for madness would not err； Nor sense to ecstacy was ne'er so
thrall'd But it reserv'd some quantity of choice To serve in such a
difference。 What devil was't That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman…blind？
Eyes without feeling； feeling without sight； Ears without hands or eyes；
smelling sans all； Or but a sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope。
O shame！ where is thy blush？ Rebellious hell； If thou canst mutine in a
matron's bones； To flaming youth let virtue be as wax And melt in her own
fire。 Proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge；
Since frost itself as actively doth burn； And reason panders will。 Queen。 O
Hamlet； speak no more！ Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul； And
there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct。 Ham。
Nay； but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed； Stew'd in
corruption； honeying and making love Over the nasty sty！ Queen。 O； speak
to me no more！ These words like daggers enter in mine ears。 No more；
sweet Hamlet！ Ham。 A murtherer and a villain！ A slave that is not
twentieth part the tithe Of your precedent lord； a vice of kings； A cutpurse
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of the empire and the rule； That from a shelf the precious diadem stole
And put it in his pocket！ Queen。 No more！
Enter the Ghost in his nightgown。
Ham。 A king of shreds and patches！… Save me and hover o'er me with
your wings； You heavenly guards！ What would your gracious figure？
Queen。 Alas； he's mad！ Ham。 Do you not come your tardy son to chide；
That； laps'd in time and passion； lets go by Th' important acting of your
dread command？ O； say！ 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。 Ham。 How is it with you； lady？
Queen。 Alas； how is't with you； That you do bend your eye on vacancy；
And with th' encorporal air do hold discourse？ Forth at your eyes your
spirits wildly peep； And； as the sleeping soldiers in th' alarm； Your bedded
hairs； like life in excrements； Start up and stand an end。 O gentle son；
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper Sprinkle cool patience！
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。… Do not look upon me； Lest with this piteous action you
convert My stern effects。 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。 Ham。
Nor did you nothing hear？ Queen。 No； nothing but ourselves。 Ham。 Why；
look you there！ Look how it steals away！ My father； in his habit as he liv'd！
Look where he goes even now out at the portal！Exit Ghost。 Queen。 This is
the very coinage of your brain。 This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very
cunning in。 Ham。 Ecstasy？ My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time
And makes as healthful music。 It is not madness That I have utt'red。 Bring
me to the test； And I the matter will reword； which madness Would
gambol from。 Mother； for love of grace； Lay not that flattering unction to
your soul That not your trespass but my madness speaks。 It will but skin
and film the ulcerous place； Whiles rank corruption； mining all within；
Infects unseen。 Confess yourself to heaven； Repent what's past； avoid
what is to come； And do not spread the compost on the weeds To make
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them ranker。 Forgive me this my virtue； For in the fatness of these pursy
times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg… Yea； curb and woo for leave to
do him good。 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。 Assume a virtue； if you have it
not。 That monster； custom； who all sense doth eat Of habits evil； is angel
yet in this； That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a
frock or livery； That aptly is put on。 Refrain to…night； And that shall lend a
kind of easiness To the next abstinence； the next more easy； For use
almost can change the stamp of nature； And either ＇master＇ the devil； or
throw him out With wondrous potency。 Once more； good night； And when
you are desirous to be blest； I'll blessing beg of you。… For this same lord； I
do repent； but heaven hath pleas'd it so； To punish me with this； and this
with me； That I must be their scourge and minister。 I will bestow him； and
will answer well The death I gave him。 So again； good night。 I must be
cruel； only to be kind； Thus bad begins； and worse remains behind。 One
word more； good lady。 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； For who that's but a queen；
fair； sober； wise； Would from a paddock； from a bat； a gib Such dear
concernings hide？ Who would do so？ No； in despite of sense and secrecy；
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'