POLONIUS.
Very like a whale.
HAMLET.
Then will I come to my mother by and by. — They fool me to the
top of my bent. — I will come by and by.
POLONIUS.
I will say so.
[Exit.]
HAMLET.
By-and-by is easily said.
[Exit Polonius.]
— Leave me, friends.
[Exeunt Ros, Guil., Hor., and Players.]
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother. —
O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom:
Let me be cruel, not unnatural;
I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites, —
How in my words somever she be shent,
To give them seals never, my soul, consent!
[Exit.]
