HAMLET. William Shakespeare

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       And live the purer with the other half.

       Good night: but go not to mine 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 tonight;

       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 curb the devil, or throw him out

       With wondrous potency. Once more, goodnight:

       And when you are desirous to be bles’d,

       I’ll blessing beg of you.—For this same lord

       [Pointing to Polonius.]

       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, goodnight.—

       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’d, if words be made of breath,

       And breath of life, I have no life to breathe

       What thou hast said to me.

       Ham.

       I must to England; you know that?

       Queen.

       Alack,

       I had forgot: ‘tis so concluded on.

       Ham.

       There’s letters seal’d: and my two schoolfellows,—

       Whom I will trust as I will adders fang’d,—

       They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way

       And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;

       For ‘tis the sport to have the enginer

       Hoist with his own petard: and ‘t shall go hard

       But I will delve one yard below their mines

       And blow them at the moon: O, ‘tis most sweet,

       When in one line two crafts directly meet.—

       This man shall set me packing:

       I’ll lug the guts into the neighbour room.—

       Mother, goodnight.—Indeed, this counsellor

       Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,

       Who was in life a foolish peating knave.

       Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you:—

       Good night, mother.

       [Exeunt severally; Hamlet, dragging out Polonius.]