POLONIUS.
This is too long.
HAMLET.
It shall to the barber's, with your beard. — Pr'ythee say on. —
He's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps: — say on; come
to Hecuba.
I PLAYER.
But who, O who, had seen the mobled queen, —
HAMLET.
'The mobled queen'?
POLONIUS.
That's good! 'Mobled queen' is good.
I Play.
Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flames
With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head
Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe,
About her lank and all o'erteemed loins,
A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up; —
Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd,
'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounc'd:
But if the gods themselves did see her then,
When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs,
The instant burst of clamour that she made, —
Unless things mortal move them not at all, —
Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven,
And passion in the gods.
