No.
Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent:
When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage;
Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed;
At gaming, swearing; or about some act
That has no relish of salvation in't;
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven;
And that his soul may be as damn'd and black
As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays:
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
[Exit.]
[The King rises and advances.]
King.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
[Exit.]
Scene IV. Another room in the castle.
[Enter Queen and Polonius.]
Pol.
He will come straight. Look you lay home to him:
Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with,
And that your grace hath screen'd and stood between
Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here.
Pray you, be round with him.
Ham.
[Within.] Mother, mother, mother!
Queen.
I'll warrant you:
Fear me not:withdraw; I hear him coming.
[Polonius goes behind the arras.]
[Enter Hamlet.]
Ham.
Now, mother, what's the matter?
Queen.
Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
Ham.