 Sixth Soliloquy (No Relish of Salvation) III. iii. 73-98 -- 2349-2373 2349 Enter Hamlet. 2350 Ham. Now might I doe it {, but} <pat,> now {a} <he> is {a} praying, 2351 And now Ile doo't, and so {a} <he> goes to heauen, 2352 And so am I reuendge, that would be scand 2353 A villaine kills my father, and for that, 2354 I his {sole} <foule> sonne, doe this same villaine send 2355 To heauen. 2355 {Why,} <Oh> this is {base and silly} <hyre and Sallery>, not reuendge, 2356 {A} <He> tooke my father grosly full of bread, 2357 Withall his crimes braod blowne, as {flush} <fresh> as May, 2358 And how his audit stands who knowes saue heauen, 2359 But in our circumstance and course of thought, 2360 Tis heauy with him: and am I then {reuendged} <reueng'd> 2361 To take him in the purging of his soule, 2362 When he is fit and seasond for his passage? 2362 No. 2363 Vp sword, and knowe thou a more horrid hent, 2364 When he is {drunke, a sleepe,} <drunke asleepe:> or in his rage, 2365 Or in th'incestious pleasure of his bed, 2366 At {game a} <gaming,> swearing, or about some act 2367 That has no relish of saluation in't, 2368 {I2} Then trip him that his heels may kick at heauen, 2369 And that his soule may be as damnd and black 2370 As hell whereto it goes; my mother staies, 2371 This phisick but prolongs thy sickly daies. Exit. 2372 King. My words fly vp, my thoughts remaine belowe 2373 Words without thoughts neuer to heauen goe. Exit. |