That inward breaks, and fews no caufe without Rof. Will't pleafe you go, my Lord? Aam. I'll be with you ftrait, go a little before. [Exe. "How all occafions do inform against me, "That capability and god-like reafon "To ruft in us unus'd. Now, whether it be "Bestial oblivion, or fome craven fcruple "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 "Why yet I live to fay this thing's to do; "Sith I have caufe and will, and strength, and means "To do't. Examples, grofs as earth, exhort me; "Witness this army of fuch mass and charge, "Led by a delicate and tender prince, "Whofe fpirit, with divine ambition puft, "Makes mouths at the invifible event; Expofing what is mortal and unfure "To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, When honour s at the stake. How ftand I then, To hide the flain? O then, from this time forth, SCENE V. Changes to a palace. Enter Queen, Horatio, and a Gentleman. Indeed, distract; her mood will needs be pitied. Gent She fpeaks much of her father; fays fhe hears, There's tricks i' th' world; and hems, and beats her heart; Spurns enviously at ftraws; fpeak things in doubt, The hearers to collection; they aim at it, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield them, Indeed would make one think, there might be thought; Tho' nothing fure, yet much unhappily. Hor. 'Twere good fhe were spoken with, for she may Queen. To my fick foul, as fin's true nature is, It fpills itself, in tearing to be spilt. Enter Ophelia diftracted. [Arow 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. He's dead and gone, Lady, he's dead and gone; Enter King. Queen. Nay, but Ophelia Oph. Pray you, mark. White the Shroud as the mountain-fnow. Queen. Alas, look here, my Lord. Oph. Larded all with fweet flowers; King. How do ye, pretty Lady? Opb. Well, God yield you! They fay, 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, fay 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 rofe, 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 fie for fhame! Young men will do't, if they come to't, Quoth fhe, before you tumbled me, You promis'd me to wed: So would I ha' done, by yonder fun, And thou hadst not come to my bed. King. How long has fhe been thus! Oph. I hope all will be well. We must be patient; but I cannot chufe but weep, to think, they fhould lay him i' th' cold ground; my brother fhall know of it, and fo I thank you for your good countel. Come, my coach; good night, Ladies; good night, fweet Ladies; good night, good night. [Exit. King. Follow her clofe, give her good watch, I pray you; [Exit Horatio. This is the poifon of deep-grief: it fprings All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude! Next your fon gone, and he moft violent author Of his own just remove; the people muddied, Thick and unwholfome in their thoughts and whispers Divided from her felf, and her fair judgment; Queen, Alack! what noife is this? [Anoife within. Enter a Meffenger. King. Where are my Switzers.? let them guard the What is the matter? Me. Save yourself, my Lord. The ocean, overpeering of his lift, Eats not the flats with more impetuous haffe, Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, [door. O'rbears your officers; the rabble call him, Lord; Antiquity forgot, cuftom not known, The ratifiers and props of every ward; The cry "Chufe we Laertes for our King." Caps, hands, and tongues, appland it to the clouds; "Laertes (hall be King, Laertes King !" Queen. How chearfully on the falle trail they cry! ab, this is counter, you falfe Danifhdogs. [Noife within Enter Laertes, with a party at the door. King The doors are broke. Laer. Where is this King? Sirs! ftand you alí without. All. No, let's come in. Laer. I pray you give me leave, Laer. I thank you, keep the door. [Exeunt Laer. That drop of blood that's calm, proclaims me Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot (bastard ;; Even here, between the chafte and unfmirch'd brow Of my true mother. King. What is the caufe, Laertes, That thy rebellion looks fo giant-like? Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our perfon : That treafon 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 came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:: To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! Confcience and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation; to this point 1 ftand, King. Who fhall stay you? Laer. My will, not all the world; And for my means, I'll husband them fo well, King. Good Laertes, If you defire to know the certainty Of your dear father, is't writ in your revenge, (That fweep-ftake) you will both draw friend and foe,, |