Queen. O me, what hast thou done?[1460] 25
Ham. Nay, I know not: is it the king?[1461]
Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this![1462]
Ham. A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother,
As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
Queen. As kill a king!
Ham. Ay, lady, 'twas my word.[1463] 30
[Lifts up the arras and discovers Polonius.
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell![1464]
I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune;[1465]
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, 35
If it be made of penetrable stuff;
If damned custom have not brass'd it so,[1466]
That it be proof and bulwark against sense.[1467]
Queen. What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?
Ham. Such an act 40
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,
Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose[1468]
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows[1469]
As false as dicers' oaths: O, such a deed 45
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul, and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow;[1470][1471]
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,[1471][1472]
With tristful visage, as against the doom,[1473]
Is thought-sick at the act. 50