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King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,
Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
Good. King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. Ham. I see a cherub, that sees them.-But, come; for England!-Farewell, dear mother. King. Thy loving father, Hamlet, ·Hum. My mother: Father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England.
[Exit. King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard;
Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night: Away; for every thing is seal'd and done That else leans on the affair: Pray you, make haste. [Exeunt Ros. and GUIL. And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught, (As my great power thereof may give thee
Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red After the Danish sword, and thy free awe Pays homage to us,) thou may'st not coldly
Our sovereign process; which imports at full,
SCENE IV. A Plain in Denmark.
I will do't, my lord.
Ham. Good sir, whose powers ¶ are these?
How purposed, sir,
Cap Against some part of Poland.
I pray you?
Commands them, sir?
Cup. The nephew to old Norway, Fortin
Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, Or for some frontier?
Cap. Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground,
Cap. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd.
Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand ducats,
Will not debate the question of this straw:
little before. [Exeunt Ros, and GUIL. How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good, and market ++ of his time, Be but to sleep, and feed? a beast, no more. Sure, he, that made us with such large dis
Looking before, and after, gave us not
And, ever, three parts coward,-I do not know
Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do; Sith¶ I have cause, and will, and strength, and
To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me:
+ Atteud. ** Polander.
Right, ready. Presence. ¶ Forces. $5 Grow mouldy.
§ Successes. Power of comprehension. ¶¶ Since.
SCENE V. Elsinore. A Room in the Castle.
Enter Queen and HORATIO.
Queen. I will not speak with her. Hor. She is importunate; indeed, distraet; Her mood will needs be pitied.
Queen. What would she have! Hor. She speaks much of her father; says, she hears, [beats her heart; There's tricks i'the world; and hems, and Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt, [thing, That carry but half sense: her speech is noYet the unshaped use of it doth move The hearers to collection; they aim* at it, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield them,
Indeed would make one think, there might be thought,
Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Queen. 'Twere good, she were spoken with; for she may strew
Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds:
To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA.
Queen. How now, Ophelia?
Oph. How should I your true love know From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff, And his sandal shoont. [Singing. Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? Oph. Say you? nay, pray you, mark. He is dead and gone, lady, [Sings. He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone. Queen. Nay, but Ophelia,Oph.
Pray you, mark. White his shroud as the mountain snow, [Sings.
Queen. Alas, look here, my lord.
Larded all with sweet flowers; Which bewept to the grave did go, With true-love showers.
King. How do you, pretty lady? Oph. Well, God'ield || you! They say, the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table!
King. Conceit upon her father.
Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this;
but when they ask you, what it means, say you this:
Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine:
Then up he rose, and doned¶his clothes,
King. Pretty Ophelia!
Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an end on't:
By Gis, and by Saint CharityĦ,
Young men will dợt, if they come to'l;
So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,
An thou hadst not come to my bed. King. How long hath she been thus? Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be patient but I cannot choose but weep, to think, they should lay him i'the cold ground: My brother shall know of it, and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach: Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies! good night, good night. [Exit.
King Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you. [Exit HORATIO. O! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs All from her father's death: And now behold, O Gertrude, Gertrude, [spies, When sorrows come, they come not single But in battalions! First, her father slain; Next, your son gone; and he most violent author
Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and Of his own just remove: The people muddied, whispers, [but greenly #‡, For good Polonius' death; and we have done In hugger-mugger §§ to inter him: Poor Ophe
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Where are my Switzers*! Let them guard the
Save yourself, my lord;
O, this is counter §, you false Danish dogs.
Dan. We will, we will.
[They retire without the door. Laer. I thank you :-keep the door.-0 Give me my father. [thon vile king, Queen. Calmly, good Laertes. Laer. That drop of blood, that's calm, proclaims me bastard; [harlot Cries, cuckold, to my father; brands the Even here, between the chaste unsmirched Of my true mother. [brow King. What is the cause, Laertes, That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person; There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will.-Tell me, Laertes, Why thou art thus incensed;-Let him go, Speak, man. [Gertrude ;
And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,
Why, now you speak
Laer. How now! what noise is that?
O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!-
Oph. They bore him barefaced on the bier :
Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst perIt could not move thus. [suade revenge,
Oph. You must sing, Down-a-down, an you call him a-down-a. O, how the wheel ++ becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter.
Laer. This nothing's more than matter. Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and remembrance fitted.
Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines :-there's rue for you; and here's some for me :-we may call it, herb of grace o'Sunjug-days-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 died:-They say, he made a good end,
Laer. Where is my father?
Who shall stay you?
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.—
Go to thy death-bed,
He never will come again.
His beard was as white as snow,
He is gone, he is gone,
Hounds run counter when they trace the scent backwards.
+ The burthen.
of grace" mine is merely rue, i. e., sorrow.
i. e., By its Sunday name "herb $$ Melancholy.
And do't the speedier, that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them.
And of all Christian souls! I pray God. God Come, I will give you way for these your
Be you content to lend your patience to us, And we shall jointly labour with your soul To give it due content.
Let this be so;
No noble rite, nor formal ostentation,-
Hor. What are they, that would speak with me?
Sailors, sir; They say they have letters for you. Hor. Let them come in;[Exit Servant. I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet. Enter Sailors.
1 Sail. God bless you, sir. Hor. Let him bless thee too.
1 Sail. He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter for you, sir: it comes from the ambassador that was bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is. Hor. [Reads.] Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the king: they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chase: Finding ourselves too slow of sail. we put on a compelled valour, and in the grapple I boarded them on the instant, they got clear of our ship, so I alone became their prisoner. 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 haste as thou wouldst fly death. 1 have words to speak in thine 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. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England: of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell. He that thou knowest thine,
SCENE VII. Another Room in the same. Enter King and LAERTES.
King. Now must your conscience my ac quittance seal,
And you must put me in your heart for friend; Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear, That he, which hath your noble father slain, Pursued my life.
Laer. It well appears :-But tell me, Why you proceeded not against these feats, So crimeful and so capital in nature,
As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things You mainly were stirr'd up. [else,
King. O, for two special reasons, Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinewed +, [mother, But yet to me they are strong. The queen his Lives almost by his looks; and for myself, She is so conjunctive to my life and soul, (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,) That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, I could not but by her. The other motive, Why to a public count I might not go, Is, the great love the general gender bear him: Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, Work like the springs that turneth wood to stone, [rows, Convert his gyves to graces; so that my ar Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind, Would have reverted to my bow again, And not where I had aim'd them.
Laer. And so have I a noble father lost; A sister driven into desperate terms; Whose worth, if praises may go back again, Stood challenger on mount of all the age For her perfections:-But my revenge will [must not think,
King. Break not your sleeps for that you That we are made of stuff so flat and dull, That we can let our beard be shook with danger, [more: And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear I loved your father, and we love ourself; And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine,How now? what news?
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet: This to your majesty; this to the queen. King. From Hamlet! who brought them? Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw [them
They were given me by Claudio, he received Of him that brought them. 'King. Laertes, you shall hear them:Leave us. [Exit Messenger. [Reads.] High and mighty, you shall know, I am set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes: when I shall, first asking your pardon there
+ Deprived of strength.
unto, recount the occasion of my sudden and | And for your rapier most especial.
Hamlet. What should this mean! Are all the rest come Or is it some abuse, and no such thing? [back? Laer. Know you the hand?
King. Tis Hamlet's character. Naked,And in a postscript here, he says, alone: Can you advise me?
[come; Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, Thus diddest thou.
Ay, my lord;
So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace.
As checking at his voyage, and that he means
Did not together pluck such envy from him,
Here was a gentleman of Normandy, French, I have seen myself, and served against, the And they can well on horseback; but this gallant
Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat; And to such wondrous doing brought his horse, As he had been incorpsed and demi-natured With the brave beast: so far he topp'd my That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks, [thought, Come short of what he did.
A Norman, was't?
King. A Norman. Laer. Upon my life, Lamord. King. The very same. Laer. I know him well: he is the brooch 1, And gem of all the nation. [indeed,
King. He made confession of you; And gave you such a masterly report, For art and exercise in your defences,
* Objecting to.
But that I know, love is begun by time;
And hath abatements and delays as many,
Hamlet comes back; What would you underTo show yourself indeed your father's son More than in words?
To cut his throat i'the church. King. No place, indeed, should murder sauctuarize; [Laertes, Revenge should have no bounds, But, good Will you do this, keep close within your chamber: [home:
Hamlet, return'd, shall know you are come
And wager o'er your heads: he, being remiss,
I will de't:
And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my sword.
Let's further think of this;
6 Science of defence, i. e., fencing.