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Winner and lorer?

Laer. None but his enemies. · King. Will you know them then?

Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms, And like the kind life. rend'ring pelican, Repast them with my blood.

King. Why, now you speak Like a good child, and a true gentleman. That I am guiltless of your father's death, And am moft lenlible in grief for it, It hall-as. level to your judgment pierce, As day. does to your eye. [ A noise within, " Let her

come in.”] Laer. How now, what noise is that ?

Enter Ophelia, fantastically dress'd with straws and

O heat, dry up my brains! tears, seven times falto,
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye !
By, heav'n, thy madness thall be paid with weight,
Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
Dear maid, kind Gifter, sweet Opbeliai!
O heav'ns, is’t poffible a young maid's wits,
Should be as mortal as an old man's life
Nature is fine in love; and, where 'tis, fine
It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves.
Oph. They bore him bare-faced on the Bier,

And on his grave rains many a tear ::

Fare you well, my dove ! Laer. Hadft thou thy. wits, and didit persoade reIt could not move thus,

Evenge, Oph. You must fing, down a.down, and you call him a-dowa:a. ( how the wheel becomes, it! it is the false steward that stole his master's daughter

Laer. This nothing's more than mattere,

Oph. There's rofemary, that's for remembrance; pray, love, remeinber ; and there's pancies, that's for thoughts.

Laer. A document in madness, thoughts and remem. brance fitted.

Opb. There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you, and bere's some for me. We may, call it herb of

grace o' Sundays: you may wear your rue with a difference. There's a daily ; I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father dy'd : they tay, he made a good end ;

For bonny sweet Robin is all my jos.
Laer. Thought and affliction, paffion, hell itself..
She turns to favour, and to prettinels..

Oph. And will

, he not come again?
And will be not come again?
No, no, he is dead, go to thy death-bad
He never will come again.
His beard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was bis pole :
He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away moani.
Gramercy on his joub!

And of all Christian louls! God b'w'ge. [Exit Ophelia

Laer. Do you see this, you gods?

King. Laertes, I muit commune with your grief,
Or you. dedy me right: go but aparc,
Make choice of whom your wiseit friends you will,
And they shall bear and judge twixt you and me..
If by direct or by collateral hand
They find us touch’d, we wil our kingdom gives
Qur crown, our lite, and all that we call ours),
To you ia fatistaction. But if not,
Be you content to lead your patience to us.
And we shall jointly, labour with your foul,
'To give it due content,

Laer. Let cbis be lo..
His means of death, his obscure funeral;
No trophy, Tword, nor hatchmeat o'er his bones,
No notile rite, nor formal attentation,
Cry to be heard, as 't were uomi, beav'n to earth,
That Imult callst iu queition,

King. So you lhalli

And where th' offence is, let the great tax fall.
I pray you go with me.


$ CENE VIIT. Enter Horatio with an Attendant,

Hor. What are they that would speak with nie?
Ser, Sailors, Sir; they say, they have letters for you.
Hor. Let them come in.

[Exit Servant. I do not know from wha

part of the world
I lhould be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.

Enter Sailors.
Sail. God bless you, Sir.
Hor. Let him bless thee 100.

Sail. He shall, Sir, an't please him. There's a letter for you, Sir: it comes from th' ambassador that was bound for England, if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.

Horatio reads the letter. Horatio, when thou shalt have overlook'd this, give these fellows some means to the King : they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chace. Finding ourselves 100 Now of sail, we put on a compelled valour, and in the grapple'lbarded them: on the instant they got clear of our

Thip, fo l alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me like thieves of mercy; but they knew what they did :I am to do a good turn for them. Let the King have the letters I have sent, and repair thou to me withas much hafte as thou wouldest Ay death. I have words to speak in thy ear will make thee dumb, yet are they much too light for the matter. These good follows will bring thee where I am. Rosincrantz and Guildenstern bold their courye for England. Of them I have much to tell thee. Farewel.

He that thou knoweft thine, HAMLET.

Come, I will make you way for these your letters;
And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them. [Exeunt:

SCENE IX.. Enter King and Laertes.

King. Now most your conscience my acquittance feal,
And you must put ipe in your heart tor friend;
Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
That be which hathiyour noble father flain,
Pursued my life.

Laer. It well appears. But tell me
Why you proceeded not against thele feats,
So crimeful and fo capital in nature,
As by your safety; wisdom, all things else,
You mainly were stisr'd up?

King. Two 1pecial reafons,
Which may to you perhaps seem much unsinew'd,
And yet to nic are strong. The Queen, his another
Lives almost by his looks ; and for myself,
(My virtue or my plague, bet either which),
she's so conjunctive to my life and soul,
That, as the star ajoyes not but in his fphere,
I could not but by her. The other motive,
Why to a public count I might not go,
Is the great love the general gender-bear him ;
Who, dipping all bis faults: in their affection,
Would, like the spring that turnech wood to stone,
Convert his gyves to graces. So that my arrows
Too Nightly. timbred for soloud. a wind,
Would have reverted to my bow again,
And not where I had aim'd tbem..

Lasr. And so have la noble facher lofts
A filter driven into defperate: terms,
whose worth, if praises may go back again,
Stood challenger op mountot all the age
For her perfections But my revenge

will come
King Break not your feeps for that; you mult not
That we are made of stuff to fat andi dall, [think
That we can let our beard be thook with danger,
And think it pastime. You shall foon hear more
I lov'd your father, and we love oursęłf,
And that I hope will teach you to imagine-
How now? what news ?

Enter Messenger.
Mel. Letters, my Lord, from Hamlet.
These to your Majelty : this to the Queen.

King. From Hamlet? who brought them?

Nel: Sailors, iny Lord, they say; I law them not: They were given me by Claudio, he ieceiv'd them. King. Laertes, you ihall hear them : teave us, all

[Exit Mej. High and mighty, rou all know I am fet nakedonjour kingcom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes. When I shall, (firft asking your paraon thereunto), recount th' occasion of my sudden return. Hamlet. What should this mean? are all the rest come back ? Or is it some abuse and no such thing?

Laer. Know you the hand ?

King. 'Tis Hamlet's character ;
Naked, and (in a postscript here, he says),
Alone : can you advise me;?

Laer. I'm lost in it, my Lord: but let him come;
It warms the very sickness in my heart,
That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,
Thus, diddest thou.

King. If it be so, Laertes,
As how should it be fo? how otherwise !
Will you be ruld by me ?

Laer. I, so you'll not o'er-rule me to a peace.

King. To thine own peace: if he be now retura'd,
As liking not his voyage, and that he means
No more to undertake it ; I will work him
To an exploit now ripe in my device,
Under the which he shall not chule bur fall :
And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe ;
But ev'n his mother shall uncharge the practice,
And call it accident.

Laer. I will be ruld.
The rather, if you could devise it so,
That I might be the organ,

King. It falls right :
You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality

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