This is one Lucianus,nephew to the king. OPHELIA You are as good as a chorus,my lord. HAMLET I could interpret between you and your love,if I could see the puppets dallying OPHELIA You are keen,my lord,you are keen. HAMLET It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge. OPHELIA Still better,and worse. HAMLET So you must take your husbands.Begin,murderer; pox,leave thy damnable faces,and begin.Come: the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.' 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 property, On wholesome life usurp immediately. [Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears] HAMLET He poisons him i'the garden for's estate.His name's Gonzago:the story is extant,and writ in choice Italian:you shall see anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife OPHELIA The king rises. HAMLET What,frighted with false fire! QUEEN GERTRUDE How fares my lord? LORD POLONIUS Give o'er the play. KING CLAUDIUS Give me some light:away! All Lights,lights,lights! [Exeunt all but HAMLET and HORATIO] HAMLETThis is one Lucianus, nephew to the king. OPHELIA You are as good as a chorus, my lord. HAMLET I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see the puppets dallying. OPHELIA You are keen, my lord, you are keen. HAMLET It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge. OPHELIA Still better, and worse. HAMLET So you must take your husbands. Begin, murderer; pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come: 'the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.' 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 property, On wholesome life usurp immediately. [Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears] HAMLET He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and writ in choice Italian: you shall see anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. OPHELIA The king rises. HAMLET What, frighted with false fire! QUEEN GERTRUDE How fares my lord? LORD POLONIUS Give o'er the play. KING CLAUDIUS Give me some light: away! All Lights, lights, lights! [Exeunt all but HAMLET and HORATIO] HAMLET