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Wherein they say you shine ; your sum of parts
Did not together pluck such envy from him,
As did that one, and that in my regard
Of the unworthiest fiege.

Laer. What part is that; my Lord ?

King. A very feather in the cap of youth,
Yet needful too ; for youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears,
Than fettled age his fables, and his weeds
Importing wealth and graveness. Two months since,
Here was a gentleman of Normandy ;
I've seen myself, and serv'd against the French,
And they can well on horseback ; but this gallant
Had witchcraft in't, he grew unto his seat
And to such wondrous doing brought his horse,
As he had been incorps'd and demy natur’d
With the brave beast; so far he top'd my thought, i
That I in forgery of shapes and tricks
Come short of what he did.

Laer. A Norman, was't ?
King. A Norman.
Laer. Upon my life, Lamond,
King. The fame.

Laer. I know him well; he is the brooch, indeed,

of all the nation.
King. He made confession of you,
And gave you such a masterly report,
For art and exercise in your defence;
And for your rapier molt especial,
That he cry'd out, ’twould be a sight indeed,
If one could match you. The scrimers of their nation,
He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
If you oppos’d 'em Sir, this report of his
Did Hamlet so invenom with his envy,
That he could nothing do, but wish and beg
Your sudden coming o'er to play with him.
Now out of this

Laer, What out of this, my Lord ?

King. Laertes, was your father dear to you?
Or are you like the painting of a forrow,
A face without a heart ?

Laer. Why alk you this?


King. Not that I think you did not love your father,
But that I know love is begun by time;
And that I see in passages of proof,
Time qualifies the spark and fire of it :
“ There lives within the very fame of love
" A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it,
And nothing is at a-like goodness ftill;
For goodness growing to a pleurify,
Dies in his own too much ; what we would do,
We should do when we would“; for this would changes,
And hath abatements and delays as many
As there are toogues, are hands, are accidents;
And then this should is like a fpendchrift's ligh
That hurts by easing; but to th' quick o'th' ulcer
Hamlet comes back ; 'what, would you undertake
To fhew yourself you father's fon indeed
Diore than in words?

Laer. To cut his throati'th' church.

King. No place indeed should murther fanctuarife;
Revenge should have no bounds ; but, good Laertes,
Will you do this? keep close within your chamber;
Hamlet, return'd, shall know you are come home::
We'll put on those shall praise your excellence,
And fet a double varnish on the fame
The Frenchman gave you; bring you in fine together,
And wager on your heads. He being remifs,
Most generous, and free from all contriving,
Will not peruse the foils; so that with ease,
Or with a little shuffling, you may chuse
A sword unbated, and in a pafs of practice
Requite him for your father.

Laer, I will do't ;
And for the purpose I'll anoint-my sword :
I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal, that but dip a knife in it,
Wbere it draws: blood, no cataplarm fo rare,
Collected from all simples that-have-virtue
Under the moon, can fave ihe thing from death,
That is but scratch'd withal; il touch my point
With this contagion, that it i gall him slightly,
It may be death,

i. 6, not blunted as foils are,

King. Let's farther think of this ; Weigh what convenience both of time and means May fit it to our shape. If this should fail, And that our drift look through our bad performance, 'Twere better not aflay'd ; therefore this project Should have a back, or second, that might hold, If this should blast in proof. Soft let me feeWe'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings ; I ha't when in your motion you are hot, (As make your bouts more violent to that end), and that he calls for drink, I'll have prepar'd him A chalice for the nonce; whereon but fipping, If he by chance escape your venom'd tuck, Our purpose may hold there.

SCE N E. X. Enter Queen. How now, sweet Queen ?

Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So faft they follow: your fiiter's drown'd, Laertes.

Laer. Drown'd ! oh where?

Queen. “ There is a willow grows allant a brook, " That shows his hoar leaves in the glaffy stream: ". There with fantastic garlands did the co.ne, « Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,

(That liberal shepherds give a grosser name to; “ But our cold maids do dead mens' fingers call them); " There on the pendant boughs, her coronet weeds

Clamb'ring to hang, ao envious fliver broke; " When down her weedy trophies and herself " Fell in the weeping brook; her cloaths spread wide, “. And mermaid-like, a while they bore her up ; " Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes, • As one incapable of her own distress; • Or like a creature native, and endued “ Unto that element : but long it could not be, Till that ber garments, heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.

Laer. Alas then, she is drown'd!
Queen. Drown's, drown'd.

Laer. Too much of water bast thou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears : but yet


It is nur trick; Nature her culom holds,
Let shame lay what it will ; when these are gone,
The woman will be out. Adieu, my Lord!
I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,
But that this folly drowns it.

King. Follow, Gertrude :
How much had I to do to calm his rage !
Now fear I this will give it Itart again ;
Therefore let's follow.


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A church.
Enter two Clowns, with Spades and mattocks.

Is nec to be buried in Christian bụrial, that

wilfully seeks her own salvation ? 2 Clown. I tell thee she is, therefore make her grave straight; the crowner hath lat on her, and finds it Chriftian burial.

i Cloun. How can that be, unless she drowned her. felf in her own defence?

2 Clown. Why, 'tis found fo.

i Chiwn “It must be le offendendo, it cannot be else, « For here lies the point : If I drown myself wittingly, “ it argues an ret; and an act hath three branches; it " is to act, to do, and to perform; arzal, she drown'd • herself wittingly

2 Clown Nay, but bear yon, goodman Delver.

i Clown, “ Give me leave; here lies the water, good : " Here Itands the man, good : If the man go to this

water, and drown himself, it is, will be, will be, he “ goes ; mark you that : But it the water come to bim, « and drown bin, he drowns not himself. Argal, he " that is rot guilty of his own death, shorteos not his

own life."
2 Clown But is this law ?
i Clown, Ay, warry is t, crowner's quest law.

2 Cioun, Wil you ha' the truth out? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out of Chillian burial.


i Clown. Why, there thou fay'st And the more pity, that great folk thould have countenance in this world to drown or hang themelves, inore than their even Christian. Come, my (pade ; there is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profeflion.

Clown. Was he a gentlemen ? i Clown. He was the birit that ever bore arıns. 2 Clown. Why, he had done.

i Clown. What, art a Heathen? how dost thou understand the scripture ? the scripture says Adam digg'd; could he dig without arms? I'll put another queltion to thce; if thou answerelt mne to the purpose, confess thyself

2 Clown. Go to.

i Clown. What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright or the carpenter?

2 Clown. The gallows-maker; for that frame out. lives a thousand tenants.

2 Clown, I like thy wit well, in good faith ; the gal. lows 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, come.

2 Clown Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?

iClown. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
2 Clown, Marry, now I can tell.
i Clown. To't.
2 Clown. Muss, I cannot tell.

Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance: i Clown. Cudgel thy brains no more about it; for your dull ass wili oot mend his pace with beating; and when you are alk'd this question next, lay a grave. maker. The houses he makes last till dooms.day Go, get thee to Youghan, and fetch me a stoup o Liquor.

[Exit 2 Clown..
He digs, and sings.
In youth when I did love, diá love,
Me thought it was very / wect ;.

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