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Lucianus

‘Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing —
Considerate season else no creature seeing.
Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,    
With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,    
Thy natural magic and dire property,
On wholesome life, usurp immediately.’

Lucianus

‘Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing —
Considerate season else no creature seeing.
Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,    
With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,    
Thy natural magic and dire property,
On wholesome life, usurp immediately.’

All   

Lights, lights, lights!
[Exit all except Hamlet and Horatio]

Hamlet

[Hamlet merrily sings a few lines from a ballad]
‘Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
 The hart ungalled play.
For some must watch, while some must sleep,
 So runs the world away.’
Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers (if the rest of
my fortunes turn Turk with me) with two provincial
roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of
players, sir?

Horatio   

Half a share. 

Hamlet

A whole one, I.

Hamlet

"For thou dost know, Oh, Damon dear,    
This realm dismantled was
of Jove himself, and now reigns here
A very, very — pajock."

Horatio   

You might have rhymed.

Hamlet

"For thou dost know, Oh, Damon dear,    
This realm dismantled was
of Jove himself, and now reigns here
A very, very — pajock."

Horatio   

You might have rhymed.

Guildenstern   

The king, sir ... 

Hamlet   

Ay, sir, what of him?

Guildenstern

Is in his retirement, marvelous distempered. 

Hamlet   

With drink, sir?

Guildenstern   

No, my lord, rather with choler.

Hamlet

Your wisdom should show itself more richer to
signify this to his doctor; for, for me to put him to his
purgation would perhaps plunge him into far more choler.    

Hamlet

Your wisdom should show itself more richer to
signify this to his doctor; for, for me to put him to his
purgation would perhaps plunge him into far more choler.    

Guildenstern

Good my lord, put your discourse into some
frame, and start not so wildly from my affair.

Hamlet   

I am tame, sir. Pronounce.    

Guildenstern

The queen, your mother, in most great
affliction of spirit, has sent me to you.

Guildenstern

The queen, your mother, in most great
affliction of spirit, has sent me to you.

Hamlet   

You are welcome. 

Guildenstern

Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed.
If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer,
I will do your mother's commandment. If not, your
pardon and my return shall be the end of my business.

Hamlet   

Sir, I cannot.

Rosencrantz   

What, my lord?

Hamlet

Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased. 
But, sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command —
or rather, you say, my mother. Therefore no more, but    
to the matter. My mother, you say.

Rosencrantz

Then thus she says: your behavior has struck her 
into amazement and admiration.

Rosencrantz

Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? 
You do surely bar the door of your own liberty
if you deny your griefs to your friend.

Hamlet   

Sir, I lack advancement.

Rosencrantz

How can that be, when you have the voice of the king
himself for your succession in Denmark?

Hamlet

Ay, sir, but "while the grass grows" — the proverb 
is something musty.

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