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'Twill make a charming ballet-pantomime-
ACT THE SECOND.
A Chamber in the Palace. Enter King, Queen, Polonius, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ,,
· Guilden. He'll not be sounded; he knows well enough The game we're after : Zooks, he's up to snuff. (6)
He jump'd for joy to hear it: they're at court;
[Exeunt Guild. and Rosen.
Sweet Gertrude, march your carcase: we have sent
Queen. Ophelia, were he mad of love for you, I think we'd cure him soon.
Polonius. (To Ophelia) Here, take this book; he'll think you're
at your pray’rs. (To the King) Come, let's be off; I hear him on the stairs.
[Exeunt King and Polonius.
SONG: – HAMLET.
(Tune" Here we go up, up, up.")
When a man becomes tir'd of his life,
The question is, “ to be, or not to be?"
His reflections most serious ought to be.
And he knows of no method to mend them,
Ri tol de rol, 8-6.
To die is to sleep-nothing more
And by sleeping to say we end sorrow,
0, I wish it were my turn to-morrow!
For we dream in our beds very often-
Ri tol de rol, diam
'Tis the doubt of our ending all snugly
That makes us with life thus dispute;
Or the length of a chancery suit?
Kicks, cuffs, frowns, and many an odd thing,
Ri tol de rol, sc.
Truly, death is a fine thing to talk of,
But I'll leave it to men of more learning;
For I find there's no chance of returning. -
T'o bear up as we can 'gainst our sorrow:
Ri tol de rol, de.
Hamlet. Oh, ho! Ophelia here. I'll shew my airs. (Aside.) Think of my pranks, Ophelia, in your pray’rs.
Ophelia. I hope you're well, my Lord. (Aside) I fear he'll bite (c).