_Ham._ My mother she hath sent to speake with me: O God, let ne're the heart of _Nero_ enter 235 This soft bosome. Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall. I will speake daggers, those sharpe wordes being spent, To doe her wrong my soule shall ne're consent. _exit._ [Sidenote: [SC. X.]] _Enter the King._ _King_ O that this wet that falles vpon my face Would wash the crime cleere from my conscience! When I looke vp to heauen, I see my trespasse, The earth doth still crie out vpon my fact, Pay me the murder of a brother and a king, 5 And the adulterous fault I haue committed: O these are sinnes that are vnpardonable: Why say thy sinnes were blacker then is ieat, Yet may contrition make them as white as snowe: I but still to perseuer in a sinne, 10 It is an act gainst the vniuersall power, Most wretched man, stoope, bend thee to thy prayer, Aske grace of heauen to keepe thee from despaire. _Hee kneeles. enters Hamlet_ _Ham._ I so, come forth and worke thy last, And thus hee dies: and so am I reuenged: 15 No, not so: he tooke my father sleeping, his sins brim full, And how his soule stoode to the state of heauen Who knowes, saue the immortall powres, And shall I kill him now, When he is purging of his soule? 20 Making his way for heauen, this is a benefit, And not reuenge: no, get thee vp agen, When hee's at game swaring, taking his carowse, drinking, drunke, Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed, Or at some act that hath no relish 25 Of saluation in't, then trip him That his heeles may kicke at heauen, And fall as lowe as hel: my mother stayes, This phisicke but prolongs thy weary dayes. _exit Ham._ _King_ My wordes fly vp, my sinnes remaine below. 30 No _King_ on earth is safe, if Gods his foe. _exit King._ [Sidenote: [SC. XI.]] _Enter Queene and Corambis._ _Cor._ Madame, I heare yong Hamlet comming, I'le shrowde my selfe behinde the Arras. _exit Cor._ _Queene_ Do so my Lord. _Ham._ Mother, mother, O are you here? How i'st with you mother? 5 _Queene_ How i'st with you? _Ham._ I'le tell you, but first weele make all safe. _Queene_ Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. _Ham._ Mother, you haue my father much offended. _Queene_ How now boy? 10 _Ham._ How now mother! come here, sit downe, for you shall heare me speake. _Queene_ What wilt thou doe? thou wilt not murder me: Helpe hoe. _Cor._ Helpe for the Queene. 15