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Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thou- Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in sand ducats,

doubt, Will not debate the question of this straw: That carry but half sense: her speech is noThis is the imposthume of much wealth and thing, peace ;

Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
That inward breaks, and shows no cause without The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
Why the man dies.-I humbly thank you, sir. And botch the words up fit to their own

Cap. God be wi' you, sir. [Erit Captain. thoughts;
Rós. Will't please you go, my lord ? Which, as her winks, and nods, and gesture
Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a little yield them,

before. (Ereunt Ros. and Guil. Indeed would make one think, there might be How all occasions do inform against me,

thought, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. If his chief good, and market of his time, Queen. 'Twere good, she were spoken with ; Be but to sleep, and feed ? a beast, no more.

for she may strew Sure, he, that made us with such large discourse, Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds: Looking before, and after, gave us not

Let her come in.

[Erit Horatio. That capability and godlike reason

To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss: Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple So full of artless jealousy is guilt, Of thinking too precisely on the event,- It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom,

Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA. And, ever, three parts coward,– I do not know Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of DenWhy yet I live to say, This thing's to do ;

mark? Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and Queen. How now, Ophelia ?

means, Tb do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me: Oph. How should I your true love know Witness, this army of such mass, and charge,

From another one ? Led by a delicate and tender prince;

By his cockle hat and staff, Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd,

And his sandal shoon. [Singing Makes mouths at the invisible event; Exposing what is mortal, and unsure,

Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare, Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great,

song? Is, not to stir without great argument ;

Oph. Say you? nay, pray you, mark.
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
When honour's at the stake. How stand I

He is dead and gone, lady, (Sings

He is dead and then,

gone ; That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,

At his head a grass-green turf, Excitements of my reason, and

At his heels a stone. And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see

0, ho!
The imminent death of twenty thousand men, Queen. Nay, but Ophelia, -
That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame,

Oph. Pray you, mark.
Go to their graves like beds ; fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,

White his shroud as the mountain snou, Which is not tomb enough, and continent,

[Sings To hide the slain ?-0, from this time forth,

Enter King. My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth !

[Erit. Queen. Alas, look here, my lord. SCENE V.-Elsinore. A room in the castle. Oph. Larded all with sweet flowers;

Which bewept to the grare did go,
Enter Queen and HoRATIO.

With true-love showers.
Queen. I will not speak with her.

Hor. She is importunate ; indeed, distract; King. How do you, pretty lady? Her mood will needs be pitied.

Oph. Well, God’ield you! They say, the owl Queen. What would she have ?

was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what Hor. She speaks much of her father ; says, we are, but know not what we may be. God she hears,

be at your table ! There's tricks i’the world ; and hems, and beats King. Conceit upon her father. her heart;

Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this ; but

my blood,

To be your


when they ask you what it means, say you | Like to a murdering piece, in many places this :

Gives me superfluous death! [A noise within.

Queen. Alack ! what noise is this?
Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime,

Enter a Gentleman.
And I a maid at your window,

King. Attend.
Valentine :

Where are my Switzers ? Let them guard the

door : Then

rose, and don'd his clothes,

What is the matter?
And dupp'd the chamber door ;

Gent. Save yourself, my lord ;
Let in the maid, that out a maid

The ocean, overpeering of his list,
Never departed more.

Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste,

Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, King. Pretty Ophelia !

O'erbears your officers! The rabble call him, lord; Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an And, as the world were now but to begin, end on't:

Antiquity forgot, custom not known,

The ratifiers and props of every word, By Gis, and by Saint Charity,

They cry, Choose we; Laertes shall be king! Alack, and fye for shame !

Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the Young men will do't, if they come to't ;

clouds, By cock, they are to blame.

Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!

Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail they Quoth she, before you tumbled me, You promis'd me to wed:

0, this is counter, you false Danish dogs.

King. The doors are broke. [Noise within. [He answers. ]

Enter LAERTES, armed ; Danes following: So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,

Laer. Where is this king ?-Sirs, stand you An thou hadst not ome to my bed.

all without.

Dan. No, let's come in. King. How long hath she been thus ?

Laer. I pray you, give me leave. Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be Dan. We will, we will. patient : but I cannot choose but weep, to think,

[They retire without the door. they should lay him i'the cold ground: My bro- Laer. I thank you :-keep the door.-0 thou ther shall know of it, and so I thank you

vile king, good counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, Give me my father. ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night, Queen. Calmly, good Laertes. good night.

[Erit. Laer. That drop of blood, that's calm, proKing. Follow her close ; give her good watch, claims me bastard ; I pray you.

[Exit Horatio. Cries, cuckold, to my father ; brands the harlot 0! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow All from her father's death: And now behold, Of my true mother. O Gertrude, Gertrude,

King. What is the cause, Laertes, When sorrows come, they come not single spies, That thy rebellion looks so giant-like ?-But in battalions ! First, her father slain ; Let him go, Gertrude ; do not fear our person ; Next, your son gone; and he most violent author There's such divinity doth hedge a king, of his own just remove: The people muddied, That treason can but peep to what it would, Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and Acts little of his will.- Tell me, Laertes, whispers,

Why thou art thus incens'd ?--Let him go, For good Polonius' death ; and we have done Gertrude ;but greenly,

Speak, man.
In hugger-mugger to inter him : Poor Ophelia Laer. Where is my father ?
Divided from herself, and her fair judgment;

King. Dead.
Without the which we are pictures, or mere Queen. But not by him.

King. Let him demand his fill. Last, and as much containing as all these, Luer. How came he dead? I'll not be jugHer brother is in secret come from France :

gled with : Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil ! And wants not buzzers to infect his ear Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! With pestilent speeches of his father’s death ; I dare damnation : To this point I stand, Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,

That both the worlds I give to negligence, Will nothing stick our person to arraign Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this, Most throughly for my father. VOL. II.

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for your


No, no,

King. Who shall stay you?

ence.—There's a daisy :- I would give you soTTE Laer. My will, not all the world's:

violets; but they withered all, when my fathe And, for my means, I'll husband them so well, died :—They say, he made a good end, They shall go far with little. King. Good Laertes,

For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,If you desire to know the certainty

[Sings of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge,

Laer. Thought and affliction, passion, hell That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend itself, and foe,

She turns to favour, and to prettiness.
Winner and loser ?
Laer. None but his enemies.

Oph. And will he not come again? [Sings King. Will you know them then ?

And will he not come again? Luer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope

he is dead, my arms;

Go to thy death-bed,
And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,

He never will come again.
Repast them with my blood.
King. Why, now you speak

His beard was as white as snow,
Like a good child, and a true gentleman.

All flaxen was his poll : That I am guiltless of your father's death,

He is gone, he is gone, And am most sensibly in grief for it,

And we cast away moan; It shall as level to your judgment ’pear,

God'a mercy on his soul ! As day does to your eye.

Danes. [Within.] Let her come in. And of all christian souls ! I pray God. God Laer. How now? what noise is that?

be wi' you !

[Erit Ophelis.

Laer. Do you see this, O God!
Enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with straws King. Laertes, I must commune with your


O heat, dry up my brains ! tears seven times Or you deny me right. Go but apart,

Make choice of whom your wisest friends you Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye !

will, By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and

weight, Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! If by direct or by collateral hand Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia ! They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give, O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, Should be as mortal as an old man's life? To you in satisfaction ; but, if not, Nature is fine in love: and, where 'tis fine, Be you content to lend your patience to us, It sends some precious instance of itself And we shall jointly labour with your soul, After the thing it loves.

To give it due content.

Laer. Let this be so;
Oph. They bore him barefuc'd on the bier ; His means of death, his obscure funeral,-

Hey no nonny, nonny hey nonny : No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his bodies,
And in his grave rain'd many a tear ;– No noble rite, nor formal ostentation,-

Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, Fare you well, my dove !

That I must call't in question. Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst per- King. So you shall; suade revenge,

And, where the offence is, let the great axe fall. It could not move thus.

I pray you, go with me.

[Ereunt. Oph. You must sing, Down a-down, an you call him a-down-a. 0, how the wheel becomes SCENE VI.-Another room in the same. it! It is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter.

Enter HORATIO, and a Servant. Laer. This nothing's more than matter. Hor. What are they, that would speak with Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remem

me? brance; pray you, love, remember : and there Serv. Sailors, sir; is pansies, that's for thoughts.

They say, they have letters for you. Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and Hor. Let them come in. [Erit Serrast. remembrance fitted.

I do not know from what part of the world Oph. There's fennel for you, and colum- I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet. bines :- there's rue for you, and here's some for me :-we may call it, herb of grace o'Sun

Enter Sailors. days :--you may wear your rue with a differ- 1 Sail. God bless you, sir.




Hor. Let him bless thee too.

Would have reverted to my bow again, 1 Sail. He shall, sir, an't please him. There's And not where I had aim'd them. a letter for you, sir; it comes from the ambas- Laer. And so have I a noble father lost; sador that was bound for England ; if your A sister driven into desperate terms; name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is. Whose worth, if praises may go back again,

Stood challenger on mount of all the age Hor. [Reads. ] Horatio, when thou shalt have For her perfections :-But my revenge will overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the king; they have letters for him. Ere we King. Break not your sleeps for that: you were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike must not think, appointment gave us chase : Finding ourselves That we are made of stuff so flat and dull, too slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour; That we can let our beard be shook with danger, and in the grapple I boarded them: on the in- And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear stant, they got clear of our ship ; so I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me I loved your father, and we love ourself; like thieves of mercy; but they knew what they And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine, did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the How now? what news ? king have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou wouldst fly

Enter a Messenger. death. I have words to speak in thine ear, will Mess. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet : make thee dumb ; yet are they much too light for This to your majesty; this to the queen. the bore of the matter. These good fellows will King. From Hamlet! who brought them? bring thee where I am. Rosencrantz and Guil- Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw them denstern hold their course for England ; of them

not ; I have much to tell thee. Farewell.

They were given me by Claudio, he receiv'd them He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet. Of him that brought them.

King. Laertes, you shall hear them : Come, I will give you way for these your letters; Leave us.

[Erit Messenger. And do't the speedier, that you may direct me To him, from whom you brought them. [Reads.] High and mighty, you shall know, I

[Exeunt. am set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall

I beg leave to see your kingly eyes : when I shall, SCENE VII.-Another room in the same. first asking your pardon thereunto, recount the oc

casion of my sudden and more strange return. Enter King and LAERTES.

Hamlet. King. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal,

What should this mean? Are all the rest come And

you must put me in your heart for friend; back?
Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear, Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
That he, which hath your noble father slain, Laer. Know you the hand ?
Pursu'd my life.

King. 'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked, -
Laer. It well appears :--But tell me, And, in a postscript here, he says, alone :
Why you proceeded not against these feats, Can you advise me?
So crimeful and so capital in nature,

Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things come ; else,

It warms the very sickness in my heart, You mainly were stirr'd up.

That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, King. 0, for two special reasons ;

Thus diddest thou. Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsi- King. If it be so, Laertes, new'd,

As how should it be so ? how otherwise ? But yet to me they are strong. The queen, his Will you be rul’d by me? mother,

Laer. Ay, my lord; Lives almost by his looks; and for myself,


So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace. (My virtue, or my plague, be it either whích,) King. To thine own peace. If he be now reShe is so conjunctive to my life and soul,

turn'd, That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, As checking at his voyage, and that he means I could not but by her. The other motive, No more to undertake it, I will work him Why to a public count I might not go, To an exploit, now ripe in my device, Is, the great love the general gender bear him: Under the which he shall not choose but fall : Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe; Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone, But even his mother shall uncharge the practice Convert his gyves to graces ; so that my arrows, And call it, accident. Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind, Laer. My lord, I will be ruld

The rather, if you could devise it so,

As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; That I might be the organ.

And then this should is like a spendthrift sigh, King. It falls right.

That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o' the You have been talk'd of since your travel much, ulcer: And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality, Hamlet comes back; What would you undertake, Wherein, they say, you shine: your sum of parts To show yourself in deed your father's son, Did not together pluck such envy from him, More than in words? As did that one ; and that, in my regard, Laer. To cut his throat i'the church. Of the unworthiest siege.

King. No place, indeed, should murder sancLaer. What part is that, my lord ?

tuarize; King. A very ribband in the cap of youth, Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes

Laertes, The light and careless livery that it wears, Will you do this, keep close within your chamber: Than settled age his sables, and his weeds, Hamlet, return'd, shall know you are come horne: Importing health and graveness.—Two months We'll put on those shall praise your excellence, since,

And set a double varnish on the fame Here was a gentleman of Normandy,

The Frenchman gave you ; bring you, in fine, I have seen myself, and serv'd against, the French, together, And they can well on horseback : but this gallant And wager o'er your heads : he, being remiss, Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat ; Most generous, and free from all contriving, And to such wond'rous doing brought his horse, Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease, As he had been incorps’d and demi-natur’d Or with a little shuffling, you may choose With the brave beast: so far he topp'd my thought, A sword unbated, and, in a pass of practice, That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks, Requite him for your father. Come short of what he did.

Laer. I will do't: Laer. A Norman, was't ?

And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my sword. King. A Norman.

I bought an unction of a mountebank, Laer. Upon my life, Lamord.

So mortal, that, but dip a knife in it, King. The very same.

Where it draws blood, no cataplasm so rare, Laer. I know him well : he is the brooch, in- Collected from all simples that have virtue deed,

Under the moon, can save the thing from death, And gem of all the nation.

That is but scratch'd withal : I'll touch my King. He made confession of you ;

point And gave you such a masterly report,

With this contagion ; that, if I gall him slightly, For art and exercise in your defence,

It may be death. And for your rapier most especial,

King. Let's further think of this; That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed, Weigh, what convenience, both of time and If one could match you: the scrimers of their means, nation,

May fit us to our shape : if this should fail, He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, And that our drift look through our bad perIf you oppos’d them : Sir, this report of his

formance, Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy, 'Twere better not assay'd ; therefore this project That he could nothing do, but wish and beg Should have a back, or second, that might hold, Your sudden coming o'er, to play with you. If this should blast in proof. Soft ;-let me Now, out of this,

see :Laer. What out of this, my lord ?

We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings, – King. Laertes, was your father dear to you? I ha't: Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, When in your motion you are hot and dry, A face without a heart?

(As make your bouts more violent to that end,) Laer. Why ask you this?

Ànd that he calls for drink, I'll have preferr'd King. Not that I think, you did not love your him father;

A chalice for the nonce ; whereon but sipping, But that I know, love is begun by time; If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck, And that I see, in passages of proof,

Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.

There lives within the very flame of love
A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it ;

Enter Queen.
And nothing is at a like goodness still ; How now, sweet queen ?
For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,

Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's
Dies in his own too-much : That we would do, heel,
We should do when we would ; for this would so fast they follow :-Your sister's drown'd,

And hath abatements and delays as many, Laer. Drown'd! 0, where?

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