Page 268 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

And never did the Cyclops’ hammers fall [485]
On Mars’s armour, forg’d for proof eterne,
With less remorse than Pyrrhus’ bleeding sword
Now falls on Priam.

Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune! All you gods
In general synod take away her power, [490]
Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,
And bowl the round nave down the bill of heaven

As low as to the fiends.

POLONIUS
This is too long.

HAMLET
It shall to the barber’s with your beard. − [495] Prithee say on. He’s for a jig
or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps. Say on, come to Hecuba.

1ST PLAY.
But who − ah, woe! − had seen the mobbled queen −

HAMLET
‘The mobbled queen’.

POLONIUS
That’s good. [500]

1ST PLAY.
Run barefoot up and down, threat’ning the flames
With bisson rheum, a clout upon that head
Where late the diadem stood, and, for a robe,
About her lank and all o’erteemed loins

A blanket, in th’alarm of fear caught up − [505]
Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep’d,
’Gainst Fortune’s state would treason have pronounc’d.
But if the gods themselves did see her then,

When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
In mincing with his sword her husband’s limbs, [510]