Ham. O wormewood, wormewood!
Duke I doe beleeue you sweete, what now you speake,
But what we doe determine oft we breake,
For our demises stil are ouerthrowne, 120
Our thoughts are ours, their end's none of our owne:
So thinke you will no second husband wed,
But die thy thoughts, when thy first Lord is dead.
Dutchesse Both here and there pursue me lasting strife,
I once a widdow, euer I be wife. 125
Ham. If she should breake now.
Duke T'is deepely sworne, sweete leaue me here a while,
My spirites growe dull, and faine I would beguile the tedious
time with sleepe.
Dutchesse Sleepe rocke thy braine, 130
And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine. exit Lady
Ham. Madam, how do you like this play?
Queene The Lady protests too much.
Ham. O but shee'le keepe her word.
King Haue you heard the argument, is there no offence 135
in it?