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CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark.
HAMLET, Son to the former, and Nephew to the
POLONIUS, Lord Chamberlain.
HORATIO, Friend to Hamlet.
LAERTES, Son to Polonius.
GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and Mother to Hamlet. OPHELIA, Daughter to Polonius.
LADIES, GENTLEMEN, PLAYERS, AND ATTENDANTS.
A Room of State in the Palace.
KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES,
GENTLEMEN, and LADIES, discovered.
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
Tho' by our dismal phizzes plain 'tis seen
The mem'ry of our brother's death is green;
Yet, as he's laid in peace upon the shelf,
?Tis time we think upon our royal self:
We, therefore, to dispel our royal spleen,
Have ta’en his widow Gertrude for our Queen.
How now, Laertes, what's the news with you:
You told us of some suit.
My Lord, that's true:
I have a mighty wish to learn to dance,
And crave your royal leave to go to France.
Your suit is granted.
Sire, l'm much your debtor..
Then brush! the sooner you are off the better.
Exit Laertes. (To Hamlet) Cheer up, my son and cousin, never mind
A little more than kin, and less than kind.
Why hang the clouds still on you? Come, have done.
You're out, my Lord: I'ın too much in the sun.-
Come, Hamlet, leave off crying ; 'tis in vain,
Since crying will not bring him back again.
Besides, 'tis common: all that live must die-
So blow your nose, my dear, and do not cry.
Aye, Madam, it is common.
If it be,
Why seems there such a mighty fuss with thee?
Talk not to me of seems—when husbands die,
'Twere well if some folks seem'd the same as I.
But I have that within you can't take from me
As for black clothes,-that's all my eye and Tommy (a).
Cheer up, my hearty : tho' you've lost your dad,
Consider that your case is not so bad :
Your father lost a father; and 'tis certain
Death o'er your great-grandfather drew the curtain.
You've mourn'd enough: 'tis time your grief to smother;
Don't cry; you shall be king some time or other.
Go not to Wittenberg, my love, I pray you.
Mamma, I shall in all my best obey you.
Well said, my lad! Cheer up! (6) no more foul weather:
We'll meet anon, and all get drunk together.
[Flourish of trumpets and drums
Exeunt all but Hamlet.
(Tune“ Derry Down.")
A ducat I'd give if a sure way I knew
How to thaw and resolve my stout flesh into dew!
How happy were I if no sin were self-slaughter,
For I'd then throw myself and my cares in the water!
Derry down, down, down, derry down.
How weary, how profitless, stale, and how flat,
Seem to me all life's uses, its joys--and all that:
This world is a garden unweeded; and clearly
Not worth living for--things rank and gross hold it merely. .
Derry down, fe.
'Two months have scarce pass'd since dad's death, and my
Like a brute as she is, has just married his brother.
To wed such a bore !--but 'tis all too late now:
We can't make a silk.purse of the ear of a sow.
Dorry down, foc.
So fondly he lov'd her, I've oft heard him tell her,
.“ If it rains, my dear Gertrude, pray take my umbrella.:”
When too roughly the winds have beset her, he'th said,
• My dear, take my belcher (c) to tie round your head.”
Derry down, fc.
Why, zounds! she'd hang on him, as much as to say,
" The longer I love you, the longer I may:"-
Yet before one could whistle, as I am a true man,
He's forgotten !-Oh, frailty, thy name sure is woman!
Derry down, doc.
To marry my uncle! my father's own brother!—
I'm as much like a lion as one's like the other.
It will not, by jingo, it can't come to good-
But break, my poor heart :-I'd say more if I could.
Derry down, sfc.
Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO.
My lads, I'm glad to see you. I implore
You'll tell me what brought you to Elsinore.