Scene IV. Another room in the castle.
[Enter Queen and 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.
[Within.] Mother, mother, mother!
I'll warrant you:
Fear me not: — withdraw; I hear him coming.
[Polonius goes behind the arras.]
Now, mother, what's the matter?
Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
Mother, you have my father much offended.
Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
Why, how now, Hamlet!
What's the matter now?
Have you forgot me?
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.
Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak.
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.
What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me? —
Help, help, ho!
[Behind.] What, ho! help, help, help!
How now? a rat? [Draws.]
Dead for a ducat, dead!
[Makes a pass through the arras.]
[Behind.] O, I am slain!
[Falls and dies.]
O me, what hast thou done?
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