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KING . My words fly up , my thoughts remain below . Words without thoughts never to heaven go . [ Exit . ] SCENE IV . Another room in the Castle . Enter Queen and Polonius . POLONIUS . He 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 e’en here . Pray you be round with him . HAMLET . [ Within . ] Mother , mother , mother . QUEEN . I’ll warrant you , Fear me not . Withdraw , I hear him coming . [ Polonius goes behind the arras . ] Enter Hamlet . HAMLET . Now , mother , what’s the matter ? QUEEN . Hamlet , thou hast thy father much offended . HAMLET . Mother , you have my father much offended . QUEEN . Come , come , you answer with an idle tongue . HAMLET . Go , go , you question with a wicked tongue . QUEEN . Why , how now , Hamlet ? HAMLET . What’s the matter now ? QUEEN . Have you forgot me ? HAMLET . No , by the rood , not so . You are the Queen , your husband’s brother’s wife , And , would it were not so . You are my mother . QUEEN . Nay , then I’ll set those to you that can speak . HAMLET . Come , come , and sit you down , you shall not budge . You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you . QUEEN . What wilt thou do ? Thou wilt not murder me ? Help , help , ho ! POLONIUS . [ Behind . ] What , ho ! help , help , help ! HAMLET . How now ? A rat ? [ Draws . ] Dead for a ducat , dead ! [ Makes a pass through the arras . ] POLONIUS . [ Behind . ] O , I am slain ! [ Falls and dies . ] QUEEN . O me , what hast thou done ? HAMLET . Nay , I know not . Is it the King ? [ Draws forth Polonius . ] QUEEN . O what a rash and bloody deed is this ! HAMLET . A bloody deed . Almost as bad , good mother , As kill a king and marry with his brother . QUEEN . As kill a king ? HAMLET . Ay , lady , ’ twas my word . — [ To Polonius . ] Thou wretched , rash , intruding fool , farewell ! I took thee for thy better . Take thy fortune , Thou find’st to be too busy is some danger . — Leave wringing of your hands . Peace , sit you down , And let me wring your heart , for so I shall , If it be made of penetrable stuff ; If damned custom have not braz’d it so , That it is proof and bulwark against sense . QUEEN . What have I done , that thou dar’st wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me ? HAMLET . Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty , Calls virtue hypocrite , takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love , And sets a blister there . Makes marriage vows As false as dicers ’ oaths . O such a deed As from the body of contraction plucks The very soul , and sweet religion makes A rhapsody of words . Heaven’s face doth glow , Yea this solidity and compound mass , With tristful visage , as against the doom , Is thought - sick at the act .
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