(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, 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. King. Laertes, I lament your situation: But, come, we'll have a private conversation, Laertes. His shabby fun'ral too-O sad reproach! King. You shall.-Tip us your daddle: But on the right horse see you place the saddle. SCENE III. [Exeunt. 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 ;- Luertes. To give him a sound drubbing I'll engage, Sir: King. Contrive to give him an unlucky blow: But, to make sure of him, (should this plan fail) And when he's hot and thirsty with the fight, Misfortunes ne'er come singly oft I've found; SONG.-QUEEN. (Tune-"Our Polly is a sad slut.”) Ophelia is a sad slut! In spite of all I'd taught her, An envious bramble near the ditch Slap-dash into the water. Laertes. Oh! I've a speech of fire; but like a spout, King. I've had enough to do to keep him quiet, [Exit. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. A Church Yard. Gravedigger discovered digging a Grave. SONG.-GRAVEDIGGER. (Tune—“ Black Joke.”) O, long life to the sons of the pick-axe and spade, With my dig, dig, pick-axe and spade Whilst the Gravedigger is singing this Verse, Hamlet. This fellow digs and sings-unfeeling knave! Use, Sir, is second nature. Horatio. Hamlet. On reflection, I think I'd do the same were I a sexton. |