Art more engaged! Help, angels, make assay72!
Bow, stubborn knees, and heart with strings of steel,
Kneels
Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe!
All may be well.
Enter Hamlet
HAMLET Now might I do it pat76, now he is praying:
Draws
And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven,
And so am I revenged. That would be scanned78:
A villain kills my father, and for that,
I, his foul80 son, do this same villain send
To heaven.
O, this is hire and salary82, not revenge.
He took my father grossly, full of bread83,
With all his crimes broad blown84, as fresh as May,
And how his audit85 stands who knows save heaven?
But in our circumstance and course of thought86
'Tis heavy87 with him: and am I then revenged,
To take him88 in the purging of his soul,
When he is fit and seasoned for his passage89?
No.
Puts up his sword
Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent91:
When he is drunk asleep92, or in his rage,
Or in th'incestuous pleasure of his bed,
At gaming, swearing, or about some act
That has no relish95 of salvation in't,
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
And that his soul may be as damned and black