HAMLET. So you mistake your husbands.—Begin, murderer. Pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge. 

 LUCIANUS. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing, Confederate season, else no creature seeing; Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, With Hecate’s ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy natural magic and dire property On wholesome life usurp immediately. 

 [Pours the poison into the sleeper’s ears.] 

 HAMLET. He poisons him i’ th’garden for’s estate. His name’s Gonzago. The story is extant, and written in very choice Italian. You shall see anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago’s wife. 

 OPHELIA. The King rises. 

 HAMLET. What, frighted with false fire? 

 QUEEN. How fares my lord? 

 POLONIUS. Give o’er the play. 

 KING. Give me some light. Away. 

 All. Lights, lights, lights. 

 [Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio.] 

Hamlet

Horatio

 HAMLET. Why, let the strucken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep, So runs the world away. Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers, if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me; with two Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players, sir? 

 HORATIO. Half a share. 

 HAMLET. A whole one, I. For thou dost know, O Damon dear, This realm dismantled was Of Jove himself, and now reigns here A very, very—pajock. 

 HORATIO. You might have rhymed. 

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