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That have a father killed, a mother stained,
Elsinore. A room in the castle.
Enter Queen, Horatio, and a Gentleman.
Her mood will needs be pitied.
What would she have? Gent. She speaks much of her father; says she
hears There's tricks i’ the world, and hems, and
beats her heart, Spurns enviously at straws, speaks things in
doubt That carry but half sense. Her speech is
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
yield them, Indeed would make one think there might be
thought, Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Hor. 'Twere good she were spoken with, for she
may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. 15 Let her come in.
[Exit Gentleman. Queen. [Aside.] To my sick soul, as sin's true
Re-enter Gentleman with Ophelia.
From another one?
And his sandal shoon.
song? Oph. Say you? Nay, pray you, mark.
· [Sings.] He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone;
At his heels a stone. Oh, oh! Queen. Nay, but, Ophelia, – 35 Oph. Pray you, mark. [Sings.] White his shroud as the mountain snow,
Which bewept to the grave did go
. With true-love showers. King. How do you, pretty lady? Oph. Well, God 'ild 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 45 at your table!
King. Conceit upon her father.
when they ask you what it means, say you
All in the morning betime,
To be your Valentine.
55 King. How long hath she been thus?
Oph. I hope all will be well. We must be patient;
but I can not 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, 60 ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night, good night.
[Exit. King. Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you.
author Of his own just remove; the people muddied, 70 Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts
Lives me super floring-piece, in wortrude, this.
Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,
Like to a murdering-piece, in many places 86 Gives me superfluous death. [A noise within. [Queen.
Alack, what noise is this?] King. Where are my Switzers? Let them guard
Enter a Gentleman.
Save yourself, my lord !
king!” Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the
clouds, “Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!” Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs! 100 King. The doors are broke [Noise within.
Enter Laertes, armed; Danes following. Laer. Where is this king? Sirs, stand you all