THE DIVINITY OF KINGS. Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person; HAMLET'S IRRESOLUTION. How all occasions do inform against me, To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom, Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means, When honour is at stake. How stand I then, * Profit. + Power of comprehension. § Cowardly. And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see DESCRIPTIOn of ophelia's death. Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Therewith fantastic garlands did she make Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples*, Or like a creature native and indu'd Unto that element: but long it could not be, * Orchis morto mas. † Licentious. 1 Clown. WHAT is he, that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter? 2 Clown. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants. 1 Clown. I like thy wit well, in good faith; the gallows does well: But how does it well? it does well to those that do ill: now thou dost ill, to say, the gallows is built stronger than the church; argal, the gallows may do well to thee: To't again; comecudgel thy brains no more about it; for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating: and, when you are asked this question next, say, a grave-maker; the houses that he makes last till doomsday. HAMLET'S REFLECTIONS ON YORICK'S SCULL. Grave-digger. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! he poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. [Takes the Scull. Ham. This ? Ham. Alas! poor Yorick!—I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest; of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that. OPHELIA'S INTERMENT. Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh MELANCHOLY. This is mere madness: And thus awhile the fit will work on him: When that her golden couplets are disclos'dt, PROVIDENCE DIRECTS OUR ACTIONS. And that should teach us, There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. A HEALTH. Give me the cups; And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, The trumpet to the cannoneer without, The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth, * Countenance, complexion. ↑ Hatched. I * WAS born free as Cæsar; so were you: And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. * Windy. |