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Enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with straws Nature is fine in love: and where 't is fine,
and flowers.

It sends some precious instance of itself
O heat, dry up my brains! tears, seven times salt, 1 After the thing it loves.
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!

Ophelia sings.
By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weight,

They bore him barefaced on the bier;
Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!

Hey no nonny, nonny hey nonny:
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia !-

And in his grave rained many a tear ;-
O heavens! is 't possible a young maid's wits
Should be as mortal as an old man's life? Fare you well, my dove!

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Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade

revenge,
It could not move thus.

Oph. You must sing, “Down a-down, an you call him a-down-a.” O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter.

Laer. This nothing's more than matter.

Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember : and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and remembrance fitted !

| Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines :

- there's rue for you; and here's some for me ; we may call it herb of grace o’Sundays: you

may wear your rue with a difference.—There's | a daisy : I would give you some violets; but

they withered all when my father died: they say
he made a good end, -

Sings.
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,-
Laer. Thought and affliction, passion, hell

itself,
She turns to favour and to prettiness!

Ophelia sings. And will he not come again? And will he not come again?

No, no, he is dead,

Go to thy death-bed, He never will come again.

And we shall jointly labour with your soul,
To give it due content.

Laer. Let this be so :
His means of death, his obscure funeral,-
No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his bones,
No noble rite, nor formal ostentation,-
Cry to be heard, as 't were from heaven to earth,
That I must call 't in question.

King. So you shall; And where the offence is, let the great axe fall. I pray you go with me.

[Exeunt.

His beard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll :

He is gone, he is gone,

And we cast away moan;

God 'a mercy on his soul ! And of all christian souls ! I pray God. God be wi' you!

[Exit Ophelia. Laer. Do you see this, O God?

King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief, Or you deny me right. Go but apart, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me: If by direct or by collateral hand They find us touched, we will our kingdom give, Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, To you in satisfaction; but if not, Be you content to lend your patience to us,

Scene VI.-- Another Room in the same.

Enter Horatio and a Servant. Hor. What are they that would speak with me? Serv. Sailors, sir; they say they have letters for you.

Hor. Let them come in. - [Exit Servant. I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet.

Enter Sailors. 1st Sail. God bless you, sir.

Hor. Let Him bless thee too.

Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone, 1st Sail. He shall, sir, an 't please Him. There's Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows, a letter for you, sir; it comes from the ambas Too slightly timbered for so loud a wind, sador that was bound for England; if your name Would have reverted to my bow again, be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.

And not where I had aimed them.

Laer. And so have I a noble father lost;
Horatio reads.

A sister driven into desperate terms,
“Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, Whose worth, if praises may go back again,
give these feflows some means to the king; they | Stood challenger on mount of all the age
have letters for him. Ere we were two days old at

| For her perfections! but my revenge will come. sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us

King. Break not your sleeps for that: you must chase : finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on

. not think a compelled valour; and in the grapple I boarded thern : on the instant, they got clear of our ship;

That we are made of stuff so flat and dull,

That we can let our beard be shook with danger, so I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me like thieves of mercy; but they knew what

And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more: they did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let

I loved your father, and we love ourself; the king have the letters I have sent; and repair And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine thou to me with as much haste as thou wouldst How now? what news? fly death. I have words to speak in thine ear will make thee dumb; yet are they much too light for

Enter a Messenger. . the bore of the matter. These good fellows will Mess. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet: bring thee where I am. Rosencrantz and Guilden- | This to your majesty ; this to the queen. stern hold their course for England; of them I have | King. From Hamlet! Who brought them? much to tell thee. Farewell.

| Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw them “He that thou knowest thine, HAMLET.” not. They were given me by Claudio; he reCome, I will give you way for these your letters;

ceived them of him that brought them. . And do't the speedier, that you may direct me

King. Laertes, you shall hear them.--Leave us. To him from whom you brought them. [Exeunt.

[Exit Messenger.

King reads.

“ High and mighty, you shall know I am set SCENE VII.- Another Room in the same. naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg

leave to see your kingly eyes: when I shall, first Enter King and LAERTES.

asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occasion King. Now must your conscience my acquit

1 of my sudden and more strange return. tance seal,

“HAMLET.” And you must put me in your heart for friend; | What should this mean? Are all the rest come Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,

back? That he which hath your noble father slain, Or is it some abuse, and no such thing? Pursued my life.

Laer. Know you the hand ? Laer. It well appears. But tell me King. 'Tis Hamlet's character. “Naked,”Why you proceeded not against these feats, | And, in a postscript here, he says, “Alone.” So crimeful and so capital in nature,

Can you advise me?
As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things else, Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come;
You mainly were stirred up.

It warms the very sickness in my heart,
King. O, for two special reasons; That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,
Which may to you, perhaps, seem much un- | “Thus diddest thou.”
sinewed,

King. If it be so, Laertes,-
yet to me they are strong. The queen, his As how should it be so? how otherwise ?-
mother,

Will you be ruled by me? Lives almost by his looks; and for myself

Laer. Ay, my lord; (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which), So you will not o'errule me to a peace. She is so conjunctive to my life and soul,

King. To thine own peace. If he be now returned, 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:

But even his mother shall uncharge the practice, A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it;
And call it accident.

And nothing is at a like goodness still;
Laer, My lord, I will be ruled;

For goodness, growing to a pleurisy, The rather, if you could devise it so

Dies in his own too-much : that we would do, That I might be the organ.

We should do when we would; for this "would" King. It falls right.

changes, You have been talked of since your travel much, And hath abatements and delays as many And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; Wherein they say you shine: your sum of parts And then this should " is like a spendthrift sigh, Did not together pluck such envy from him, That hurts by easing. But to the quick o' the ulcer: As did that one; and that, in my regard,

Hamlet comes back : what would you undertake, Of the unworthiest siege.

To shew yourself indeed your father's son Laer. What part is that, my lord ? More than in words?

King. A very riband in the cap of youth, Laer. To cut his throat i' the church. Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes

King. No place, indeed, should murder sancThe light and careless livery that it wears,

tuarise; Than settled age his sables and his weeds, Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes, Importing health and graveness.—Two months Will you do this,-keep close within your chamber? since,

Hamlet, returned, shall know you are come home: Here was a gentleman of Normandy,

We'll put on those shall praise your excellence, I have seen myself, and served against, the French, And set a double varnish on the fame And they can well on horseback : but this gallant The Frenchman gave you; bring you, in fine, toHad witchcraft in 't: he grew unto his seat;

gether, And to such wondrous doing brought his horse, And wager on your heads : he, being remiss, As he had been incorpsed and demi-natured Most generous, and free from all contriving, With the brave beast: so far he topped my thought, Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease, That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,

Or with a little shuffling, you may choose Come short of what he did.

A sword unbated, and, in a pass of practice, Laer. A Norman was 't?

Requite him for your father. King. A Norman.

Laer. I will do't: Laer. Upon my life, Lamord.

And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my sword. King. The very same.

I bought an unction of a mountebank, Laer. I know him well: he is the brooch, indeed, So mortal, that, but dip a knife in it, And gem of all the nation.

Where it draws blood, no cataplasm so rare, King. He made confession of you;

Collected from all simples that have virtue And gave you such a masterly report

Under the moon, can save the thing from death, For art and exercise in your defence,

That is but scratched withal : I'll touch my point And for your rapier most especially,

With this contagion; that, if I gall him slightly, That he cried out, 't would be a sight indeed It may be death. Ifone could match you: the scrimers of their nation, King. Let's further think of this; He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, Weigh what convenience, both of time and means, If you opposed them. Sir, this report of his May fit us to our shape. If this should fail, Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy,

And that our drift look through our bad performance, That he could nothing do but wish and beg "T were better not assayed; therefore, this project Your sudden coming o'er, to play with you. Should have a back, or second, that might hold, Now, out of this,

If this should blast in proof. Soft; let me 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 ?

And that he calls for drink, I 'll have preferred him King. Not that I think you did not love your A chalice for the nonce; whereon but sipping, father;

If he by chance escape your venomed stuck, But that I know love is begun by time;

Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what noise? And that I see, in passages of proof, Time qualifies the spark and fire of it,

Enter Queen. There lives within the very flame of love

How now, sweet queen?

Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow :-Your sister's drowned,

Laertes.
Laer. Drowned! O, where?

Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook,
That shews his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There, with fantastic garlands did she come,
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do “dead-men's fingers" call

them: There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies, and herself, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide ; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress,

Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be,
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

Laer. Alas, then, she is drowned ?
Queen. Drowned, drowned.

Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet
It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
Let shame say what it will : when these are gone,
The woman will be out.—Adieu, my lord :
I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,
But that this folly drowns it.

[Exil. King. Let's follow, Gertrude : How much I had to do to calm his rage! Now fear I this will give it start again ; Therefore let's follow.

[Exeunt.

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