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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:44:47 GMT
HORATIO
So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:44:58 GMT
HAMLET
Why, man, they did make love to this employment;
They are not near my conscience; their defeat
Does by their own insinuation grow:
'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
Between the pass and fell incensed points
Of mighty opposites.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:45:11 GMT
HORATIO
Why, what a king is this!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:45:24 GMT
HAMLET
Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon--
He that hath kill'd my king and whored my mother,
Popp'd in between the election and my hopes,
Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
And with such cozenage--is't not perfect conscience,
To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd,
To let this canker of our nature come
In further evil?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:45:44 GMT
HORATIO
It must be shortly known to him from England
What is the issue of the business there.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:45:56 GMT
HAMLET
It will be short: the interim is mine;
And a man's life's no more than to say 'One.'
But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
That to Laertes I forgot myself;
For, by the image of my cause, I see
The portraiture of his: I'll court his favours.
But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me
Into a towering passion.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:46:08 GMT
HORATIO
Peace! who comes here?
Enter OSRIC
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:46:18 GMT
OSRIC
Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:46:32 GMT
HAMLET
I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this water-fly?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:46:45 GMT
HORATIO
No, my good lord.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:46:57 GMT
HAMLET
Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to
know him. He hath much land, and fertile: let a
beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at
the king's mess: 'tis a chough; but, as I say,
spacious in the possession of dirt.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:47:31 GMT
OSRIC
Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I
should impart a thing to you from his majesty.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:47:43 GMT
HAMLET
I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of
spirit. Put your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:47:54 GMT
OSRIC
I thank your lordship, it is very hot.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 12, 2014 3:48:05 GMT
HAMLET
No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is
northerly.
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