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And quickly I'll come and unbar it.”
Ri tol, fc.
How long hath she been thus?
I cannot tell.
Ophelia. We must be patient; all may yet be welt. Yet I must weep-- to lay him in the dirt is A dirty trick-i'll tell it to Laertes. I thank you-so 'tis best-you counsel right My coach-three thirty-five (d)--good night, good night.
King. Follow her close: Horatio, you be at her; See you look sharp. (Exit Hor.) Hollo, there! what's the matter?
The rabble swear your majesty shall swing,
I had rather You'd mind your business. (To King) Give me back my father.
Stop, I say!
Queen. He did not kill him.
No, upon my conscience.
I'll prove my innocence beyond all doubt.
Enter OPHELIA, fantastically dressed with straws and
flowers ; her clothes splashed with mud and dirt.
Who liv'd in country quarters,
One morning, in her garters.
Stop--stop-I've brought some fruit:--for you, sweet
Queen, The finest cabbage that was ever seen ; For you a bunch of carrots; and for you A turnip and I'll eat a turnip too. To bring a rope of onions, (f) too, I tried, But father ate them all before he died. Well, there's an end of him !-he's gone !-aye, trueCome, one song more, and then—then I'll go too.
And will he not come again?
He is knock'd o' the head,
And than mutton more dead,
His beard was as white as my shift,
He is gone-let's be jolly,
For grieving's a fully,
[Exeunt Ophelia and Queen.
You shall.—Tip us your daddle: But on the right horse see you place the saddle.
Another Room in the Palace.
Enter King and LAERTES.