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Ham. 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. 20

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

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

Ham. [Draws.] How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!

Pol. [Behind.] O! I am slain. 24

Queen. O me, what hast thou done?

Ham. Nay, I know not: is it the king?

Queen. O! what a rash and bloody deed is this!

Ham. A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother, 28
As kill a king, and marry with his brother.

Queen. As kill a king!

Ham. Ay, lady, 'twas my word.
[Lifts up the arras and discovers Polonius.]
[To Polonius.] Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune; 32
Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.
[To the Queen.] 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, 36
If damned custom have not brass'd it so
That it is proof and bulwark against sense.