Page 301 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

A took my father grossly, full of bread, [80]
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
And how his audit stands who knows save heaven?
But in our circumstance and course of thought

’Tis heavy with him. And am I then reveng’d,
To take him in the purging of his soul, [85]
When he is fit and season’d for his passage?
No.

Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent:
When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,
Or in th’incestuous pleasure of his bed, [90]
At game a-swearing, or about some act

That has no relish of salvation in’t,
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven
And that his soul may be as damn’d and black
As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays. [95]

This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
Exit.

KING
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Exit.

Scene IV IT

Enter Queen and Polonius.

POLONIUS
A will come straight. Look you lay home to him,
Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with

And that your Grace hath screen’d and stood between
Much heat and him. I’ll silence me even here.
Pray you be round.

QUEEN
I’ll war’nt you, fear me not. [5]