Page 278 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

OPHELIA

O help him, you sweet heavens. [135]

HAMLET
If thou dost marry, I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste
as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a
nunnery, farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men

know well enough what monsters [140] you make of them. To a nunnery, go
− and quickly too. Farewell.

OPHELIA
Heavenly powers, restore him.

HAMLET
I have heard of your paintings well enough. God hath given you one face and
you make yourselves [145] another. You jig and amble, and you lisp, you

nick-name God’s creatures, and make your wantonnees your ignorance. Go
to, I’ll no more on’t, it hath made me mad. I say we will have no more
marriage. Those that are married already − all but one − shall [150] live; the
rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.

Exit.

OPHELIA
O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown!
The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword,
Th’expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form, [155]

Th’observ’d of all observers, quite, quite down!
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck’d the honey of his music vows,

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason
Like sweet bells jangled out of tune and harsh, [160]
That unmatch’d form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy. O woe is me
T’have seen what I have seen, see what I see.

Enter King and Polonius.