Page 306 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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HAMLET
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 my ears. [95]
No more, sweet Hamlet.
HAMLET
A murderer and a villain,
A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
Of your precedent lord, a vice of kings,
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole [100]
And put it in his pocket −
QUEEN
No more.
HAMLET
A king of shreds and patches −
Enter Ghost.
Save me and hover o’er me with your wings,
You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?
QUEEN
Alas, he’s mad. [105]
HAMLET
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?
