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[P.] Queen. Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light!

Sport and repose lock from me day and night!

[To desperation turn my trust and hope!

An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope!]

Each opposite that blanks the face of joy

Meet what I would have well, and it destroy!

Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,

If, once a widow, ever I be wife!

Ham. If she should break it now!

[P.] King. '''Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile;''

My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile

The tedious day with sleep.

[P.] Queen. Sleep rock thy brain;

And never come mischance between us twain!

Ham. Madam, how like you this play?

Queen. The lady doth protest too much, me-

thinks.

Ham. O! but she'll keep her word.

King. Have you heard the argument? Is

there no offence in 't?

Ham. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest;

no offence i' the world.

King. What do you call the play?

Ham. The Mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tro-

pically. 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 of that? your

majesty and we that have free souls, it touches

 229 Sport: pleasure; cf. n.

231 anchor's: anchorite's

232 opposite: contrary thing

blanks: blanches, makes pale

242 protest: vow

250 Tropically: figuratively

251 image: representation

252 duke's name; cf. n.

