We may of their encounter frankly judge;
And gather by him, as he is behaved,
If't be the affliction of his love or no
That thus he suffers for.
Queen. (R.) I shall obey you:
And for your part, Ophelia,
[OPHELIA comes down L.H.]
I do wish
That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope your virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honours.
Oph. Madam, I wish it may.
[Exit QUEEN, R.H.]
Pol. Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please you,
We will bestow ourselves. Read on this book;
[To OPHELIA.]
That show of such an exercise may colour
Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this, -
'Tis too much prov'd, that, with devotion's visage
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
King. O, 'tis too true! how smart
A lash that speech doth give my conscience!
[Aside.]
Pol. I hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord.
[Exeunt KING and POLONIUS, R.H.2 E., and
OPHELIA, R.H.U.E.]
Enter HAMLET (L.H.)
Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing end them? - To die, - to sleep,
No more; - and by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, - to sleep, -
And gather by him, as he is behaved,
If't be the affliction of his love or no
That thus he suffers for.
Queen. (R.) I shall obey you:
And for your part, Ophelia,
[OPHELIA comes down L.H.]
I do wish
That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope your virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honours.
Oph. Madam, I wish it may.
[Exit QUEEN, R.H.]
Pol. Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please you,
We will bestow ourselves. Read on this book;
[To OPHELIA.]
That show of such an exercise may colour
Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this, -
'Tis too much prov'd, that, with devotion's visage
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
King. O, 'tis too true! how smart
A lash that speech doth give my conscience!
[Aside.]
Pol. I hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord.
[Exeunt KING and POLONIUS, R.H.2 E., and
OPHELIA, R.H.U.E.]
Enter HAMLET (L.H.)
Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing end them? - To die, - to sleep,
No more; - and by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, - to sleep, -
