You'd mind your business. (To King) Give me back my father. King. Hold him fast, Gertrude, I'll get out o' th' way; I'll prove my innocence beyond all doubt. Laertes. None of your blarney, (e) —but I'll soon find out. Enter HORATIO. Horatio. Here's Miss Ophelia, Sir. King. Pray let her come in. Enter OPHELIA, fantastically dressed with straws and flowers; her clothes splashed with mud and dirt. Laertes. My pretty maid-This is too much to bear! To see her thus-O, 'tis a doleful pity! Ophelia. What must be, must-but hush!-I'll end my ditty. (Sings.) A captain bold in Halifax, Who liv'd in country quarters, Stop-stop-I've brought some fruit:-for you, sweet The finest cabbage that was ever seen; To bring a rope of onions, (f) too, I tried, Well, there's an end of him!-he's gone!-aye, true- SONG-OPHELIA. And will he not come again? He is knock'd o' the head, And than mutton more dead, And never will come again, His beard was as white as my shift, For grieving's a folly, And never will save his soul. [Exeunt Ophelia and Queen. King. Laertes, I lament your situation: But come; we'll have a private conversation, Laertes. His shabby fun'ral too-O sad reproach! No mutes, no pall-bearers, and (what's still worse) King. You shall.-Tip us your daddle: But on the right horse see you place the saddle. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Another Room in the Palace. Enter KING and LAERTES. King. And now, my cock of wax, I've prov'd that I Thinking to murder me, did Hamlet kill him. Laertes. O, let me catch him, and I'll sweetly mill him (g). King. That may you speedily.-E'en now I've learn'd, Now, I've a scheme will suit us to a T; Laertes. I will be rul'd by you; but plan it so, King. "Tis rumour'd you're a famous pugilist;Now, Hamlet oft hath long'd to try your fist :I'll have you box together for a wager! Laertes. Sir: To give him a sound drubbing I'll engage, King. Contrive to give him an unlucky blow. But, to make sure of him, (should this plan fail,) I'll put some ars'nic in a mug of ale; And when he's hot and thirsty with the fight, I'll give it him to drink-What think you? Laertes. Right! Enter QUEEN. Queen. Misfortunes ne'er come singly, oft I've found; |