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 [Exeunt King and Polonius. stairs. Enter Hamlet. SONG.-HAMlet. (Tune-"Here we go up, up, up.") When a man becomes tir'd of his life, His reflections most serious ought to be. Ri tol de rol, &c To die is to sleep-nothing more— Ri tol de rol, &c. 'Tis the doubt of our ending all snugly Or who would bear fardels, and take Kicks, cuffs, frowns, and many an odd thing, And end all his cares with a bodkin? Truly, death is a fine thing to talk of, Ri tol de rol, &e.. But I'll leave it to men of more learning; To bear up as we can 'gainst our sorrow; Let us hope they'll go better to-morrow. Hamlet. Ri tol de rol, &c. (Seeing Ophelia) Think on my sins, Ophelia, when you pray. Ophelia. My Lord, I hope I see you well to-day? Hamlet. I humbly thank you, pretty well, my dear. Ophelia. My Lord, I've brought you back your presents hereThe things you bought me at the fair, you know. I never gave you aught. Hamlet. Ophelia. You can't say so : You know you gave them, and with words bewitch ing, Last week when I was sitting in the kitchen: But now you're surly they're not worth a penny- Hamlet. I never gave you any. SONG.-HAMLET. (Tune-"Mr. Mug.") Let me tell you, Miss Ophelia, your behaviour's very rude, And your whims and freaks and fancies ought in time to be subdued ; So if my advice will better you, to give it 'tis my duty :Imprimis : let your honesty discourse not with your beauty. Won't you, won't you, won't you to a nunnery go? I told you once I lov'd you, but 'twas easy to perceive If you marry (just to comfort you) this plague take for your portion, That calumny will twig you, tho' you act with greatest. caution. But get some fool to marry you, if disengag'd your heart is; 1 shall not tell the reason-but 'twere better for both parties. Won't you, won't you, &c. I've lately been inform'd that you paint both red and white; Heav'n gave you one face, and to make another is not right. Your pranks have made me mad-Marriage bells no more shall jingle The married may remain so, but the rest shall all keep single. Ophelia. Won't you, won't you, &c. O, what a pity such a charming lad [Exit Hamlet. Should, at his time of life, go raving mad! RECITATIVE (accompanied), and DUETT ; (b) HAMLET and OPHELIA. RECITATIVE. Ophelia. Dear Hamlet, pray come back. (Enter Hamlet.) I'm your's for ever. Hamlet. And shall we never part, love? (Together.) Ah! no, never! DUETT. (Tune-" I've kiss'd and I've prattled.") Hamlet. I've made love to fifty young women in Denmark, But if she would promise to love me-why then mark- Ophelia. I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty young fellows, But if he would be not so devilish jealous, Hamlet. Your father, I know, doesn't much like the match, I'm a prince-and he ought to be glad of the catch, Ham. Oph. Ham. Ophelia. We know very well that advice cheap as dirt is, But in spite of the lessons of brother Laertes, Hamlet and Ophelia. Then here be an end to our squabbles and strife And as no other woman shall e'er be my wife, Ophelia's the maid for me. Young Hamlet's the lad for me. |