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Thac inward breaks, and Arews no cause without
Why the man dies, j'humbly thank-you, şir.

Capt. God b'w'ye, Sir.
Rof. Will'e pleafe you go, my Lord ?
Aam. I'll be with you strait, go a little before. [Exe.

Manet Hamlet. “ How all occasions do inform against me, And fpur my dull revenge? What is a man, “ If his chief good and market of his time -6. Be but to fleep and feed ? a bealt, no more. “ Sure, he that made us with fuch large discourse, “ Looking before and after, gave us not “ That capability and god-like reafon " To:rult in us unus'd. Now, whether it be “ Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple " Of thinking too precisely on th'event, (A thought, which, quarter'd hath but one part

wifdom, " And ever three parts coward), I do not know of Why yet. I live to fay this thing's to do ; " Sich I have caule and will, and strength, and means " To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me ; " Witness chis army of such mass and charge, « Led' by a delicate and tender prince, • Whofe spirit, 'with divine ambition puft; 6. Makes mouths at the invisible event;

Exposing what is mortal and unsure " To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, « Ev'n for an egg.thell. ''Tis not to be great, • Never cofftir without great argument; But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, Wheo bonour s at the stake. How stand I then, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, (Excitements of my reason and my blood), And let ali sleep? while, to my lhame, I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men; That for a phantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds ; fight for a plot, Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent


To hide the slain? O then, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! [Exit.

SCENE V. Changes to a palace.

Enter Queen, Horatio, and a Gentleman.
Qucen. I will not speak with her.

Gent. She is importunate,
Indeed, distract; her mood will needs be pitied.

Queen What would she have?

Gent she speaks much of her father; says she hears, There's tricks i' th' world ; and hems, and beats her

heart; Spuros enviously at straws ; speak things in doubt, That carry but half sense : ber speech is nothing, Yet the unshaped use of it doth move The hearers to collection ; they aim at it, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts ; Which, as her winks, and nous, and gestures yield them, Indeed would make one think, there might be thought; Tho' nothing sure, yet much unhappily.

Hor. 'Twere good she were spoken with, for she may Dangerous conjectures in ill breeding minds. Eltrow Let her come in.

Queen. To my sick foul, as fin's true nature is,
Each toy seems prologue to some great amifs;
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself, in tearing to be spilt.

Enter Ophelia distracted.
Oph. Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark?
Queen. How now, Ophelia ?
Oph. How should I your true love know from another

'one By his cockle hat and staff, and his fandal shoon. [Singing,

Queen, Alas, sweet Lady; what imports this song ?

Oph. Say you? nay, pray you, mark.
He's dead and gone, Lady, he's dead and gone;
At his head a green grafs turf, at his heels a stone,

Enter King.
Queen. Nay, but Ophelia

Oph. Pray you, mark,
White the shroud as the mountain-snow.

Queen. Alas, look here, my Lord.

Oph. Larded all with sweet flowers ;
Which bewept to the grave did go

With true love-Showers.
King. How do ye, pretty Lady?

Opb. Well, God yield you! They say, the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table!

King. Conceit upon her father.

Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this, but when they ask you what it means, say you this: To-morrow is St Valentine's day, all in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, to be your Valentine. Then up be rose, and don'd his cloaths, and do'pt the

chamber.door Let in the maid, that out a maid never departed more.

King. Pretty Ophelia !
@ph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an end on't,
By Gis, and by S. Charity,

Alack, and fre for shame!
Young men will do't, if they come to't,

By cock, they are to blame.
Quoth the, before you fumbled me,

You promis'd me to wed :
So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,

And thou hadst not come to my bed.
King. How long has she been thus !

Oph. i hope all will be well. We must be patient; but I cannot chuse but' weep, to think, they should lay him i' th'cold ground; my brother Thall know of it, and lo I thank you for your good countel. coach; good night, Ladies; good night, fweet Ladies; good night, good night.


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King. Follow her close, give her good watch, I pray you;

[Exit Horatio. This is the poison of deep-grief: it springs All from her father's death. Q. Gertrude; Gertrude ! When forrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions. First, her father in; Next your fon gones

and he most violent author of his own just remove; the people muddied. hick and unwhollome in their thoughts and whispers For good Polonius' death; '(we've done but greenlys. In private to inter him); poor Ophelia, Divided from herself, and her fair judgment; (Without the which we're pi&tures or inere beafts): Last, and as much containing as all these, Her brother is in secret come from France: Feeds on this wonder, keeps himself in clouds, And wants not buzzers to infect his ear With pestilent speeches of his father's deathe Wherein neceflity, of matter beggard, Will nothing itick our perfons to arraign. In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this, Like to a murthering piece, in many places Gives me superfluous death!

[& noise within. Queen, Alack! what noise is this?

S CE N E VI. Enter a Molferger. King. Where are my Switzers ? let them guard the What is the matter ?

Mel. Save yourself, my Lord.
The ccean, overpeering of his lift,
Fats not the flats with more impetuous hatte,
Than young

Laertes, in a riotous head,
O’rbears your officers; the rabble call him, Lord;
And as the world were now but to begin,
Antiquity forgot, cuftom not known,
The ratifiers and props of every: ward;

" Chufe we Laertes, for Qur-Kiog." Caps, hands, and tongues, appland it to be clouds ; - Laertes thall be King, Laertes: King!”

Queen. How chearfully on the falle trail they cry! @b,

this is counter, you falfe Danilludogs. [Noife witbita

The cry,

Enter Laertes, with a party at the door.
King. The doors are broke.
Lacr. Where is this King ? Sirs! stand you all

All. No, let's come in,
Laer. I pray you give me leave,
All. We will, we will,

[Exeunt. Laer. I thank you, keep the door. O thou vile King, give me my father.

Queen. Calmly, good Laertes.

Laer. That drop of blood that's calm, proclaims me Cries cuckold to my father ; brands the hárlot (bastard; Even here, between the chalte and unsmirch'd brow Of my true mother.

King. What is the cause, Laertes,
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
Let him go, Gertrude ; do not fear our person :
There's such divinity doth hedge a King,
That' treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of its will, Tell me, Laertes,
Why are you thus incens'd ? Let him go, Gertrude,
Speak, man.

Laer. Where is my father?
King. Dead.
Queen But not by him.
King. Let him demand his fill.

Laer. How caine he dead? I'll not be juggled with ::
To hell, allegiance ! vows, to the blackest devil !
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
I dare damnation; to this point I stand,
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Let come what comes ; only I'll be reveng'd
· Most throughly for my father:

King. Who shall stay you ?

Laer. My will, not ail the world ;
And for my means, I'll husband them so well,
They shall go far with little.

King. Good Laertes, If you defire to know the certainty :of your dear father, is't-writ in your revenge, (That sweep-take) you will both draw friend and foes,

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