Th'unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium464,
Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top
Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear467, for, lo, his sword,
Which was declining on the milky468 head
Of reverend Priam, seemed i'th'air to stick:
So as a painted470 tyrant Pyrrhus stood,
And, like a neutral to his will and matter471,
Did nothing.
But as we often see against473 some storm
A silence in the heavens, the rack474 stand still,
The bold winds speechless and the orb475 below
As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder
Doth rend the region477, so, after Pyrrhus' pause,
Aroused vengeance sets him new a-work,
And never did the Cyclops'479 hammers fall
On Mars his armours forged for proof eterne480
With less remorse481 than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
Now falls on Priam.
Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune! All you gods
In general synod484 take away her power,
Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel485,
And bowl the round nave486 down the hill of heaven,
As low as to the fiends!'
POLONIUS This is too long.
HAMLET It shall to th'barber's, with your beard.-- Prithee,
say on: he's for a jig490 or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps: say on;
come to Hecuba491.
FIRST PLAYER 'But who, O, who had seen the mobled492 queen--'
HAMLET 'The mobled queen.'