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Queen. Now pray discover what this fun is. (To attendants) Hollo, there! bring these jockeys where my son is.
Another Room in the Palace.
I think my plan will hit—they're caught, egad!
'Twill make a charming ballet-pantomime-
END OF THE FIRST ACT.
ACT THE SECOND,
A Chamber in the Palace,
Enter KING, Queen, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ,
He jump'd for joy to hear it: they're at court;
'Tis true ; and Hamlet says, that if your graces Will come to see the play, he'll book you places.
My Lord, we'll do our best.
[Exeunt Guild. and Rosen.
Queen. Ophelia, were he mad of love for you, I think we'd cure him soon.
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.
(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 ?"
His reflections most serious ought to be.
And he knows of no method to mend them,
Ri tol de rol, ớc.
To die is to sleep-nothing more
And by sleeping to say we end sorrow,
O, I wish it were my turn to-morrow!
For we dream in our beds very often-
Ri tol de rol, wc.