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Hear you, sir;
What is the reason that you use me thus?
I lov'd you ever: But it is no matter;
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

[Exit. King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.

[Exit Horatio. Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech;

[To Laertes. We'll put the matter to the present push.Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.This grave shall have a living monument: An hour of quiet shortly shall we see; Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt.



Enter Hamlet, and Horatio. Ham. So much for this, sir: now shall you see

the other;-
You do remember all the circumstance?

Hor. Remember it, my lord!
Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fight-

That would not let me sleep; methought, I lay
Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly,
And prais'd be rashness for it, -Let us know,
Our indiscretion sometime seryes us well,

When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach

There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.

That is most certain.
Ham. Up from my cabin,
My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark
Grop'd I to find out them: had my desire;
Finger'd their packet; and, in fine, withdrew
To mine own room again: making so bold,
My fears forgetting manners, to unseal
Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio,
A royal knavery; an exact command, —
Larded with many several sorts of reasons,

, Importing Denmark's health, and England's too, With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life, That, on the supervise, no leisure bated, No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, My head should be struck off. Hor.

Is't possible? Ham. Here's the commission; read it at more

leisure. But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed? Hor. Ay, 'beseech

you. Ham. Being thus benetted round with villanies, Or I could make a prologue to my brains, They had begun the play ;-I sat me down; Devis'd a new commission; wrote it fair: I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much How to forget that learning; but, sir, now It did me yeoman's service: Wilt thou know

The effect of what I wrote?

Ay, good my lord.
Ham. An earnest conjuration from the king, -
As England was his faithful tributary;
As love between them like the palm might flou-

rish; As peace should still her wheaten garland wear, And stand a comma 'tween their amities; And many such like as's of great charge,– That, on the view and knowing of these contents, Without debatement further, inore, or less, He should the bearers put to sudden death, Not shriving-time allow'd. Hor.

How was this seal'd? Ham. Why, even in that was heaven ordinant; I had my father's signet in my purse, Which was the model of that Danish seal: Folded the writ up in form of the other; Subscrib'd it; gave't the impression; plac'd it safely, The changeling never known: Now, the next day Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent Thou know’st already.

Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't. Ham. Why, man, they did make love to this em

ployment; They are not near my conscience; their defeat Does by their own insinuation grow: 'Tis dangerous, when the baser nature comes Between the pass and fell incensed points Of nighty opposites. Hor.

Why, what a king is this! Ham. Does it not think thee, stand me now upon?

He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd

my mother;

; Popp'd in between the election and my hopes; Thrown out his angle for my proper life, And with such cozenage; is't not perfect conscience, To quit hiin with this arm? and is't not to be

damn'd, To let this canker of our nature come In further evil? Hor. It must be shortly known to him from Eng

What is the issue of the business there.

Ham. It will be short: the interim is mine;
And a man's life's no more than to say, one.
But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
That to Laertes I forgot myself;
For by the image of my cause, I see
The portraiture of his: I'll count his favours:
But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me
Into a towering passion.

Peace; who comes here?

Enter Osrick. Osr. Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.

Ham. I humbly thank you, sir.- Dost know this water-fly?

Hor. No, my good lord.

Ham. Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to know him: He hath much land, and fertile: let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the king's mess: 'Tis a chough; but, as I say, spacious in the possession of dirt.

Osr. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I should impart a thing to you from his majesty.

Ham. I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of spirit: Your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head.

Osr. I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot.

Ham. No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly.

Osr. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.

Ham. But yet, methinks, it is very sultry and hot; or my complexion

Osr. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry, – as 't were, I cannot tell how.—My lord, his majesty bade me signify to you, that he has laid a great wager on your head: Sir, this is the matter, Ham. I beseech you, remember

[Hamlet moves him to put on his hat. Osr. Nay, good my lord; for my ease, in good faith. Sir, here is newly come to court, Laertes: believe me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent differences, of very soft society, and great showing: Indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the continent of what part a gentleman would see.

Ham. Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you;—though, I know, to divide him inventorially, would dizzy the arithmetick of memory; and yet but raw neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of great article; and his infusion of such dearth and rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his

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