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SCENE IV. The Queen's closet.

Enter QUEEN MARGARET and POLONIUS

LORD 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 sconce me even here.
Pray you, be round with him.
Acting out of loyalty to King Claudius

HAMLET
[Within] Mother, mother, mother!

QUEEN GERTRUDE
I'll warrant you,Fear me not: withdraw, I hear him coming.
Motions to arras, indicating that Polonius should hide

POLONIUS hides behind the arras

Enter HAMLET

Hamlet speaks in a mocking tone (though not obviously mocking), while the Queen is scolding

HAMLET
Now, mother, what's the matter?

QUEEN GERTRUDE
Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.

HAMLET
Mother, you have my father much offended.

QUEEN GERTRUDE
Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.

HAMLET
Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.

QUEEN GERTRUDE
Why, how now, Hamlet!

HAMLET
What's the matter now?

QUEEN GERTRUDE
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 GERTRUDE
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.
Motions to bed. Referencing what he believes to be the Queen's questionable morals in marrying Claudius.

QUEEN GERTRUDE
What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?
Help, help, ho!
Panicked, throws arms up as if to protect self

LORD POLONIUS
[Behind] What, ho! help, help, help!

HAMLET
[Drawing] How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!
Enraged

Makes a pass through the arras

LORD POLONIUS
[Behind] O, I am slain!

Falls and dies

See an arm out from the arras as he falls

QUEEN GERTRUDE
O me, what hast thou done?
Softly, almost sympathetically, clearly still cares for / is concerned about Hamlet

HAMLET
Nay, I know not:
Is it the king?
With an almost boyish hopefullness

QUEEN GERTRUDE
O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!
shaking head

HAMLET
A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother,
As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
scornfully

QUEEN GERTRUDE
As kill a king!

HAMLET
Ay, lady, 'twas my word.
Walks toward arras but still looking toward Queen when speaking

Lifts up the array and discovers 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 brass'd it so

That it is proof and bulwark against sense.

Thinking both of Polonius's present intrusion and with Ophelia


QUEEN GERTRUDE
What have I done, that thou darest 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.

QUEEN GERTRUDE
Ay me, what act,
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
Truly unaware of the maliciousness of her marriage as seen by Hamlet

HAMLET
Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
Motions to a painting of the royal family with a young King and Claudius, first indicates the King
See, what a grace was seated on this brow;
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;

A combination and a form indeed,

Where every god did seem to set his seal,

To give the world assurance of a man:

Has a high opinion of his father

This was your husband. Look you now, what follows:

Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear,

Motion's to Claudius's image, Referencing his father's death with "ear"

Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?

Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,

And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?

You cannot call it love; for at your age

The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,

And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment

Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have,

Else could you not have motion; but sure, that sense

Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err,

Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd

But it reserved some quantity of choice,

To serve in such a difference. What devil was't

That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?

Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,

Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,

Or but a sickly part of one true sense

Could not so mope.

O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,

If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,

To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,

And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame

When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,

Since frost itself as actively doth burn

And reason panders will.


QUEEN GERTRUDE
O Hamlet, speak no more:

Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;

And there I see such black and grained spots

As will not leave their tinct.

Beginning to realize errors



HAMLET
Nay, but to live

In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,

Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love

Over the nasty sty,--

Angrily but quietly, words "like daggers"



QUEEN GERTRUDE
O, speak to me no more;

These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears;

No more, sweet Hamlet!

Covers ears



HAMLET
A murderer and a villain;

A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe

Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings;

A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,

That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,

And put it in his pocket!

Getting louder, encouraged by the fact that his words are having the desired effect



QUEEN GERTRUDE
No more!

shakes head, presses hands harder over ears



HAMLET
A king of shreds and patches,--


Enter Ghost



Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,

You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?

In Act I, Hamlet questions whether the ghost in an instrument of the devil, now he is completely convinced that the ghost is good



QUEEN GERTRUDE
Alas, he's mad!



HAMLET
Do you not come your tardy son to chide,

That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by

The important acting of your dread command? O, say!

Slightly frightened, unsure why the ghost has come



GHOST
Do not forget: this visitation

Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.

But, look, amazement on thy mother sits:

O, step between her and her fighting soul:

Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works:

Speak to her, Hamlet.

Still does not want mother physically harmed



HAMLET
How is it with you, lady?

kindly



QUEEN GERTRUDE
Alas, how is't with you,

That you do bend your eye on vacancy

And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?

frightened

Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;

And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,

Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,

Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son,

Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper

Sprinkle cool patience.

Whereon do you look?

softens, moves toward Hamlet



HAMLET
On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares!

Points to ghost, moves away from mother abruptly

His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,

Would make them capable. Do not look upon me;

Lest with this piteous action you convert

My stern effects: then what I have to do

Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.



QUEEN GERTRUDE
To whom do you speak this?



HAMLET
Do you see nothing there?

motions to ghost



QUEEN GERTRUDE
Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.



HAMLET
Nor did you nothing hear?

looks to mother questioningly, almost pleadingly - beginning to doubt own sanity



QUEEN GERTRUDE
No, nothing but ourselves.



HAMLET
Why, look you there! look, how it steals away!

My father, in his habit as he lived!

Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal!
Points to ghost as it extis



Exit Ghost



QUEEN GERTRUDE
This the very coinage of your brain:

This bodiless creation ecstasy

Is very cunning in.



HAMLET
Ecstasy!

My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,

And makes as healthful music: it is not madness

That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,

And I the matter will re-word; which madness

Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,

Lay not that mattering unction to your soul,

That not your trespass, but my madness speaks:

It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,

Whilst rak corruption, mining all within,

Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;

Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;

And do not spread the compost on the weeds,

To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue;

For in the fatness of these pursy times

Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,

Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.
looking at mother concernedly, pleadingly


QUEEN GERTRUDE
O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
grief-stricken, puts hand on heart, sits on bed


HAMLET
O, throw away the worser part of it,

And live the purer with the other half.

Good night: but go not to mine uncle's bed;

Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,

Of habits devil, is angel yet in this,

That to the use of actions fair and good

He likewise gives a frock or livery,

That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night,

And that shall lend a kind of easiness

To the next abstinence: the next more easy;

For use almost can change the stamp of nature,

And either [ ] the devil, or throw him out

With wondrous potency. Once more, good night:

And when you are desirous to be bless'd,

I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,


Pointing to POLONIUS



I do repent: but heaven hath pleased it so,

To punish me with this and this with me,

That I must be their scourge and minister.

I will bestow him, and will answer well

The death I gave him. So, again, good night.

I must be cruel, only to be kind:

Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.

One word more, good lady.
thinks is working for Queen's own good


QUEEN GERTRUDE
What shall I do?



HAMLET
Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:

Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;

Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse;

And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,

Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,

Make you to ravel all this matter out,

That I essentially am not in madness,

But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know;
Wants Claudius to understand his adversary (Hamlet)
For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,

Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,

Such dear concernings hide? who would do so?

No, in despite of sense and secrecy,

Unpeg the basket on the house's top.

Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape,

To try conclusions, in the basket creep,

And break your own neck down.



QUEEN GERTRUDE
Be thou assured, if words be made of breath,

And breath of life, I have no life to breathe

What thou hast said to me.
Hamlet's words have had their desired effect