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Next, without much delay,
We're converted to clay;
Some are chang’d into cans,
Some to pint-pots or pans—
By this rule may we trace
Julius Cæsar's bold face,
And renown'd Alexander,
The world's great commander,
Hamlet. But mum! here come King, Queen, and all the
court: Let's stand aside awhile and see the sport.
Enter FRIAR, King, QUEEN, LAERTES, MARCELLUS,
BERNARDO, GENTLEMEN, and LADIES, following the corpse of OPHELIA.
Laertes. Must there no more be done ?
Steady, lad, steady ; Don't talk of more-we've done too much already.
Laertes. In with her then: (The coffin is put into the grave) and
if, as gossips tell, Old maids are destin'd to lead apes in hell, May'st thou be one in my poor sister's train.
Hamlet. What, my old sweetheart! We're bewitch’d, 'tis plain (h).
Queen. Scattering flowers) Instead of this, as I'm a living
sinner, I thought t' have had soon a good wedding-dinner.
[The Gravedigger about to throw
the earth into the grave.
[Leaps into the grave.
Now cover up the quick and dead,
As high as Greenwich-hill, Sir.
Hamlet, the Dane.
[Springs out of the grave, and catches
Hamlet by the throat.
So you'd better not provoke me.
I'll fight for her (so hold your mag)
Come tell me what you'll do, Sir ?
[Exeunt Hamlet and Horatio.
Queen. Alas, he's crack'd! Awhile he'll growl like Towzer (*): Anon, he's patient as a hungry mouser (k).
- [Exit Queen. And now, Laertes, we'll go home to breakfast.
[Exeunt King, Laertes, &c. &c.
Osrick. (To Hamlet) His Majesty hath made a match for you,
To spar with young Laertes—a prime bruiser ;-
[Exeunt. SCENE VI.
The Court of Denmark.
Flourish of trumpets and drums.
King and Queen seated— LAERTES, OSRICK, MARCELLUS,
BERNARDO, GENTLEMEN, and LADIES, discovered.
Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
[To Hamlet and Laertes.
Hamlet. (To Laertes) Sir, I have done you wrong, and sorely
rue it, But, on my word, I didn't go to do it; Therefore, let's make it up ;--come, don't be hard on
With all my heart. Come, let's set to. Bring me the gloves,