Hamlet: Act 3 Scene 2 (part 2)
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- Madam, how like you this play?
- Oh, but she’ll keep her word.
- The lady protests too much, me thinks.
- Have you heard the argument? Is there no offense in ’t?
- No, no, they do but jest. Poison in jest. No offense i' th' world.
- What do you call the play?
- The Mousetrap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna. Gonzago is the duke’s name, his wife Baptista. You shall see anon. 'Tis a knavish piece of work, but what o' that? Your majesty and we that have free souls, it touches us not. Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.
- I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see the puppets dallying.
- You are as good as a chorus, my lord.
- It would cost you a groaning to take off mine edge.
- So you must take your husbands.—Begin, murderer. Pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come, “The croaking raven doth bellow for revenge—”
- Still better and worse.
- You are keen, my lord, you are keen.
- Lucianus
- Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing, Confederate 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 propertyOn wholesome life usurp immediately.
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