1-哈姆雷特-A3S4-儿子与母亲的对峙(误杀Polonius)

1-哈姆雷特-A3S4-儿子与母亲的对峙(误杀Polonius)

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SCENE IV. The Queen's closet.


Enter QUEEN MARGARET and POLONIUS

LORD 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 sconce me even here.
Pray you, be round with him.

HAMLET


[Within] Mother, mother, mother!

QUEEN GERTRUDE


I'll warrant you,
Fear me not: withdraw, I hear him coming.

POLONIUS hides behind the arras

Enter HAMLET


HAMLET


Now, mother, what's the matter?

QUEEN GERTRUDE


Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.

HAMLET


Mother, you have my father much offended.

QUEEN GERTRUDE


Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.

HAMLET


Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.

QUEEN GERTRUDE


Why, how now, Hamlet!

HAMLET


What's the matter now?

QUEEN GERTRUDE


Have you forgot me?

HAMLET


No, by the rood, not so:
You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife;
And--would it were not so!--you are my mother.

QUEEN GERTRUDE


Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak.

HAMLET


Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge;
You go not till I set you up a glass
Where you may see the inmost part of you.

QUEEN GERTRUDE


What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?
Help, help, ho!

LORD POLONIUS


[Behind] What, ho! help, help, help!

HAMLET


[Drawing] How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!

Makes a pass through the arras


LORD POLONIUS


[Behind] O, I am slain!

Falls and dies


QUEEN GERTRUDE


O me, what hast thou done?

HAMLET


Nay, I know not:
Is it the king?

QUEEN GERTRUDE


O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!

HAMLET


A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother,
As kill a king, and marry with his brother.

QUEEN GERTRUDE


As kill a king!

HAMLET


Ay, lady, 'twas my word.

Lifts up the array and discovers POLONIUS

Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune;
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,
If it be made of penetrable stuff,
If damned custom have not brass'd it so
That it is proof and bulwark against sense.

QUEEN GERTRUDE


What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?


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