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The rabble swear your majesty shall swing,
I had rather You'd mind your business. (To King) Give me back
Stop, I say! Who kill'd my
He did not kill him.
I'll prove my innocence beyond all doubt.
Enter OPHELIA, fantastically dressed with straws and
flowers; her clothes splashed with mud and dirt.
Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown,
Bi tol, đc.
Tiddy, tiddy, fc.
Who liv'd in country quarters,
One morning, in her garters.
Stop-stop-I've brought some fruit:--for you, sweet
Queen, The finest cabbage that was ever seen ; For you a bunch of carrots; and for you A turnip--and I'll eat a turnip too. To bring a rope of onions, (f) too, I tried, But father ate them all before he died. Well, there's an end of him!-he's gone!-aye, true Come, one song more, and then-then I'll go too.
And will be not come again?
He is knock'd o' the head,
And than mutton more dead,
His beard was as white as my shist,
He is gone-let's be jolly,
For grieving's a folly,
[Exeunt Ophelia and Queen.
King Laertes, I lament
You shall.—Tip us your daddle: But on the right horse see you place the saddle.
Another Room in the Palace.
Enter King and LAERTES.
King That may you speedily.--E'en now I've learn'd, Hamlet bath unexpectedly return'd. Now, I've a scheme will suit us to a T; "Twill keep suspicion too from you and me: To his long home he quickly sball be sent, And so, as it shall seem, by accident.