Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
Repent what’s past, avoid what is to come.
Queen. O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
Hamlet. O, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half.
For this same lord, (Pointing to Polonius.)
I do repent;
I will bestow him, and will answer well
The death I gave him,—So, again, good-night.