_Ham._ O thou shouldst not a beleeued me! Go to a Nunnery goe, why shouldst thou 165 Be a breeder of sinners? I am my selfe indifferent honest, But I could accuse my selfe of such crimes It had beene better my mother had ne're borne me, O I am very prowde, ambitious, disdainefull, With more sinnes at my becke, then I haue thoughts 170 To put them in, what should such fellowes as I Do, crawling between heauen and earth? To a Nunnery goe, we are arrant knaues all, Beleeue none of vs, to a Nunnery goe. _Ofel._ O heauens secure him! 175 _Ham._ Wher's thy father? _Ofel._ At home my lord. _Ham._ For Gods sake let the doores be shut on him, He may play the foole no where but in his Owne house: to a Nunnery goe. 180 _Ofel._ Help him good God. _Ham._ If thou dost marry, Ile giue thee This plague to thy dowry: Be thou as chaste as yce, as pure as snowe, Thou shalt not scape calumny, to a Nunnery goe. 185 _Ofel._ Alas, what change is this? _Ham._ But if thou wilt needes marry, marry a foole, For wisemen know well enough, What monsters you make of them, to a Nunnery goe. _Ofel._ Pray God restore him. 190 _Ham._ Nay, I haue heard of your paintings too, God hath giuen you one face, And you make your selues another, You fig, and you amble, and you nickname Gods creatures, Making your wantonnesse, your ignorance, 195 A pox, t'is scuruy, Ile no more of it, It hath made me madde: Ile no more marriages, All that are married but one, shall liue, The rest shall keepe as they are, to a Nunnery goe, To a Nunnery goe. _exit._ 200 _Ofe._ Great God of heauen, what a quicke change is this? The Courtier, Scholler, Souldier, all in him, All dasht and splinterd thence, O woe is me, To a seene what I haue seene, see what I see. _exit._ [Sidenote: [SC. VII.]] _King_ Loue? No, no, that's not the cause, _Enter King and Corambis._ Some deeper thing it is that troubles him. _Cor._ Wel, something it is: my Lord, content you a while, I will my selfe goe feele him: let me worke, Ile try him euery way: see where he comes, 5 Send you those Gentlemen, let me alone To finde the depth of this, away, be gone. _exit King._ Now my good Lord, do you know me? _Enter Hamlet._ _Ham._ Yea very well, y'are a fishmonger. _Cor._ Not I my Lord. 10 _Ham._ Then sir, I would you were so honest a man, For to be honest, as this age goes, Is one man to be pickt out of tenne thousand. _Cor._ What doe you reade my Lord?