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call it herb of grace oʻSundays. You may wear your rue with a difference; there's a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father dy'd. They say, he made a good end
; For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
Laer. Thought, and affliction, passion, hell itself, She turns to favour, and to pretciness.
Oph. And will be not come again?
And will be not come again ?
And on all christian fouls! God b'wi'ye. (Exit Oph.
Laer. "Do you see this, you Gods !
King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
Laer. Let this be so.
9 No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
King. So you shall :
Hor. What are they, that would speak with me?
Serv. Sailors, Sir. They fay, they have ittters for you.
Hor. Let them come in.
Sail. God bless you, Sir.
Sail. He shall, Sir, an't please him. There's a letter for you, Sir. It comes from th' ambassador that was bound for England, if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
9 No tropby, sword, nor batch the great Ax fall.] We
men:-) It was the custom, should read, in the times of our authoor, to
let the great tax fall. hang a sword over the grave of a i, e. penalty, punishment. Knight.
WARBURTON. And where tl' offence is, let Fall corresponds better to ax.
Horatio reads the letter.
ORATIO, when thou shalt bave overlook'd this,
give these fellows fome means to the King : they bave letters for him. Ere we were too days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chace. Finding ourselves too how of fail, we put on a compelled valour, and in the grapple I boarded them: on the instant they got clear of our ship, fo I alone became their prifoner. They have dealt with me, like thieves of mercy; but they knew what they did ; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the King have the letters I have sent, and repair thou to me with as much baste as thou wouldest fly death. I have words to speak in thy ear, will make thee dumb; yet are they much too light ? for the bore of the matter. These good fellows will bring thee where I am. Rosincrantz and Guildenstern bold their course for England. Of them I have much to tell thee. Farewel.
He that tbou knowest thine, Hamler.
Come. I will make you way for these your letters ;
King. Now must your conscience my acquittance
; for the bore of the matter.] The matter, fays Hamlet, world The bore is the caliber of a gun, carry beavier words. or the capacity of the barrel.
Laer. It well appears. But tell me,
King. O, for two special reasons,
Laer. And so have I a noble father loft,
the general gender-) changed base metals to gold, the The common race of the people: thought had been more proper.
'+ Would, like the spring--) s - if praises may go back This fimile is neither very fea again. J If I may praise what fonable in the deep interest of has been, but is now to be found th s conversation, nor very accu, sarely applied. If the Spring had
King. Break not your neeps for that. You must not
Enter a Mellenger.
King. From Hamlet ? Who brought them?
Mes. Sailors, my Lord, they say; I saw them nor. They were given me by Claudio ; he receiv'd them. King. Laertes, you shall hear them. all
[Exit Messenger. HIGH and Mighty
, you shall know, I am fet naked on your Kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes. When I shall, first asking your pardon thereunto, recount th occasion of my sudden re
What should this mean? Are all the rest come back? Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
Laer. Know you the hand ?
King. 'Tis Hamlet's character;
Laer. I'm lost in it, my Lord. But let him come ;
King. If it be so, Laertes, As how should it be fo? -how, otherwise?imi