Laer. We should do when we would; for this 120 "would" changes And hath abatements and delays as many As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; And then this "should" is like a spendthrift sigh, That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o' the ulcer: back. What would you 125 Hamlet comes undertake, To show yourself your father's son in deed. To cut his throat i' the church. King. No place, indeed, should murder sanctua rize; Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Will you do this, keep close within your 180 Hamlet returned shall know you are come We'll put on those shall praise your excellence And wager on your heads. He, being remiss, 135 140 145 150 155 Laer. Requite him for your father. I will do 't; So mortal that, but dip a knife in it, That is but scratched withal. I'll touch my With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly, It may be death. King. Let's further think of this, Weigh what convenience both of time and means May fit us to our shape. If this should fail, And that our drift look through our bad performance, "T were better not assayed; therefore this project Should have a back or second, that might hold If this did blast in proof. Soft! let me see. We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings, I ha't! When in your motion you are hot and dry As make your bouts more violent to that, end And that he calls for drink, I'll have prepared 160 A chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping, what noise? Enter Queen. [How now, sweet queen!] Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow. Your sister's drowned, 165 Laertes. Queen. There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, There, on the pendant boughs her coronet Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke, And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up; 175 180 Laer. Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element. But long it could not be To muddy death. Alas, then, she is drowned? 185 Queen. Drowned, drowned. 190 195 Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, The woman will be out. Adieu, my lord; King. [Exit. Let's follow, Gertrude. How much I had to do to calm his rage! Now fear I this will give it start again, Therefore let's follow. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. A churchyard. Enter two Clowns, with spades and pickaxes. First Clo. Is she to be buried in Christian burial when she wilfully seeks her own salvation? Sec. Clo. I tell thee she is, therefore make her grave straight. The crowner hath sat on her, and finds it Christian burial. First Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence? 5 Sec. Clo. Why, 't is found so. First Clo. It must be "se offendendo," it cannot be else. For here lies the point: if I drown 10 myself wittingly, it argues an act, and an act hath three branches; it is, to act, to do, and to perform; argal, she drowned herself wittingly. Sec. Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver, — 15 good. Here stands the man; good. If the |