Rosen. Needs must (t)—You'd make us tarry if we wou'dn't, Guild. We'll so behave ourselves that you shall boast of us; King. Thanks, lads. Queen. Now pray discover what this fun is. (To attendants) Hollo, there! bring these jockeys where my son is. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Another Room in the Palace. Enter HAMLet. Hamlet. I think my plan will hit-they're caught, egad! Guild'stern and Rosencrantz just now they sent But if I let them pump me, dash my wig. Hold! something of the play'rs he said-aye-right. For guilty people oft (as nurses say) Confess their sins when sitting at a play.- 'Twill make a charming ballet-pantomime- The honour of a ghost is not sufficient; END OF THE FIRST ACT. [Exit Hamlet. HAMLET TRAVESTIE. ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. A Chamber in the Palace. Enter KING, QUEEN, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, Rosencrantz, and GUILDENSTERN. King. And can you, by no drift of conversation, Rosen. He does confess himself non compos mentis, (a) Guilden. He'll not be sounded; he knows well enough Queen. Did you not try to get him out to play? Rosen. It chanc'd we met the actors on the way: He jump❜d for joy to hear it: they're at court; Polonius. 'Tis true; and Hamlet says, that if your graces Will come to see the play, he'll book you places. King. With all my heart: right glad am I to find For sports like these. Rosen. My Lord, we'll do our best. King. Sweet Gertrude, march your carcase: we have sent He here may meet Ophelia.-Thro' the key-hole If Hamlet's be the madness of a lover. Queen. Ophelia, were he mad of love for you, I think we'd cure him soon. Ophelia. I think so too. [Exit Queen. Polonius. (To Ophelia) Here, take this book; he'll think you're at your pray❜rs. (To the King) Come, let's be off; I hear him on the stairs. [Exeunt King and Polonius. Enter HAMLET. SONG.-HAMLET. (Tune-" Here we go up, up, up.") When a man becomes tir'd of his life, The question is, "to be, or not to be?" For before he dare finish the strife, His reflections most serious ought to be. When his troubles too numerous grow, And he knows of no method to mend them, Had he best bear them tamely, or no? Or by stoutly opposing them end them? Ri tol de rol, &c. To die is to sleep-nothing more And by sleeping to say we end sorrow, Ri tol de rol, &c. |