SCENES FOR ACTORS
Queen monologue—Act 4, Scene VII
ACT 4, SCENE VII
It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrained and out of haunt,
This mad young man: but so much was our love,
We would not understand what was most fit;
But, like the owner of a foul disease,
To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Even on the pith of Life. Come, let's not weep.
A mother's hand shall right a mother's wrong.
Weep not, for all the grace that I have left
Is that I will not add to his damnation.
Young Hamlet is my son, and he is lost.
Should I forget my son's eternal soul?
(Queen loses her hair)
Or that these hands could so redeem my son,
As they have given these hairs their liberty?
His soul to heaven; his blood upon my head.