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.
HAMLET.
[Within.] Mother, mother, mother.
QUEEN.
I’ll warrant you, Fear me not.
Withdraw, I hear him coming.
[Polonius goes behind the arras.]
Enter Hamlet.
HAMLET.
Now, mother, what’s the matter?
QUEEN.
Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
HAMLET.
Mother, you have my father much offended.
QUEEN.
Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
HAMLET.
Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.