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Ham. I do beseech you !

Attends the boist'rous ruin. Never alone
Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord!

Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.
Ham. 'Tis as easy, as lying: govern these ven- King. Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage!
tages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with For we will fetters put upon this fear,
your mouth,and it will discourse most eloquent music. Which now goes too free-footed.
Look yon, these are the stops !

Ros. Guil. We will haste us.
Guil. But these cannot I command to any utterance

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. of harmony; I have not the skill.

Enter Polonius. Ilam. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet: you make of me! You would play upon me: yon Behind the arras I'll convey myself, would seem to know my stops: you would pluck out To hear the process; I'll warrant, she'll tax him home: the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from And, as you said, and wisely was it said, my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there 'Tis meet, that some more audience, than a mother, is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ; Since nature makes them partial, should o'er-hear yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think The speech of vantage. Fare you well, my liege! I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what I'll call upon you ere you go to bed, instrument you will, though you can fret me, you And, tell you what I know. cannot play upon me.

King. Thacks, dear my lord ! (Exit Polonius.

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven!
God bless you, sir !

It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,
Pol. My lord, the queen would speak with you, and A brother's murder!— Pray can i not,

Though inclination be as sharp as will;
Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent;
shape of a camei?

And, like a man to double business bound,
Pol. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed! I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
Ilam. Methinks, it is like a weasel.

And both neglect. What if this cursed hand
Pol. It is backed like a weasel.

Were thicker, than itself with brother's blood?
Ham. Or like a whale.

Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens, Pol. Very like a whale.

To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy,
Ham. Then will I come to my mother by and by. But to confront the visage of offence?
They fool me to the top of my bent. — I will come And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force, –
by and by:

To be forestalled, ere we come to fall,
Pol. I will say so.

[Exit Polonius. Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up; Ham. By and by is easily said.-Leave me, friends! My fault is past. But O, what form of prayer

(Exeunt Ros. Guil. Hor, etc Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder! 'Tis now the very witching time of night; That cannot be; since I am still possess'd When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes of those effects for which I did the murder,

My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, May one be pardon'd, and retain the offence? And do such business as the bitter day

In the corrupted currents of this world, Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother !- Offence's gilded hand may shote by justice; o, heart, lose not thy nature ! let not ever And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom!

Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above: Let me be cruel, not unnatural!

There is no shuffling, there the action lies * I will speak daggers to her, but use none; In his true nature; and we ourselves compellid, My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites:

Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, How in my words soever she be shent,

To give in evidence. What then? what rests? To give them seals, never, my soul, consent! [Exit. Try what repentance can! What can it not?

Yet what can it, when one can not repent ? SCENE III. – A room in the same. O wretched state! o bosom, black as death! Enter King, Rosencrantz, and GuildeNSTERN. O limed soul, that, stroggling to be free, King. I like him not; nor stands it safe with us, Art more engag'd! Help, angels, make assay! To let his madness range. Therefore, prepare you; Bow, stubborn knees ! and, heart, with strings of steel, 1 your commission will forthwith dispatch,

Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!-
And he to England shall along with you:

be well!

(Retires and kneels The terms of our estate may not enduro

Enter HAMLET. Hazard so near us, as doth hourly grow

Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying; Out of his Innes.

And now I'll do't! - and so he goes to heaven! Guil. We will onrselves provide :

And so am I reveng’d? That would be scann'd: Most holy and religious fear it is,

A villain kills my father; and, for that, To keep those many many bodies safe,

I, his sole son, do this same villain send
That life, and feed, upon your majesty:

To heaven.
Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound, Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge!
With all the strength and armour of the mind; He took my father grossly, full of bread;
To keep itself from 'noyance; but much more

With all this crimes broad blown, as flush as May; That spirit, upon whose weal depend and rest And, low his audit stands, who knows, save heaven? The lives of many. The cease of majesty

But, in our circumstance and course of thought, Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw 'Tis heavy with him. And am I then reveng'd, What's near it, with it: it is a massy wheel, To take him in the purging of his soul, Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount, When he is fit and season'd for his passage? To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things No. Are mortis’d and adjoin'd; which, when it falls, Up, sword! and know thou a more horrid hent! Each small annexment, petty consequence,

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As from the body of contraction plucks At gaming, swearing; or about some act

The very soul; aud sweet religion makes
That has no relish of salvation in't:

A rhapsody of words. Heaven's face doth glow;
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven; Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black, With tristful visage, as against the doom,
As hell, whereto it goes! My mother stays :

Is' thought-sick at the act.
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. [Exit. Queen. Ah me, what act,
The King rises, and advances.

That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Ilan. Look here, upon this picture, and on this! Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. (Exit. The counterfeit presentment of

' two brothers!

See, what a grace was seated on this brow: SCENE IV. - Another room in the same. Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; Enter Queen and Polonius.

An eye like Marş, to threaten and command;
Pol. He will come straight. Look you, lay home A station like the herald Mercury,
to him!

New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear with; | A combination, and a form, indeed,
And that your grace hath screen’d and stood between Where every god did seem to set his seal
Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here. To give the world assurance of a man:
Pray you, be round with him!

This was your husband!— Look you now, what
Queen, I'll warrant you;

follows ! Fcár me not :- withdraw, I hear him coming. Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear,

[Polonius hides himself. Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Enter HAMLET.

Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
Ham. Now, mother; what's the matter?

And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?
Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. You cannot call it, love: for at your age
Ham. Mother, you have my father much offended. The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idletongue. And waits upon the judgment; and what jadgment
Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, son bave,
Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet?

Else could you not have motion: bat, sure, that sense
Ham. What's the matter now?

Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err; Queen. Have you forgot me ?

Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd

, llam. No, by the rood, not so:

But it reserv'd some quantity of choice, You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; To serve in such a difference. What devil was And, — 'would it were not so !- you are my mother. That this hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind? Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak. Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Han. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall Ears without hands or eyes, smelling saus all, not budge;

Or but a sickly part of one true sense
You go not, till I set you up a glass,

Could not so mope.
Where you may see the inmost part of you. O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious belly

Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me? If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
Help, help, ho!

To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
Pol. (Behind.] What, ho! help!

And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame, Ham. How now! a rat?

[Draws. When the compulsive ardour gives the charge ; Dead, for a ducat, dead !

Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
(IIamlet makes a pass through the arras. And reason panders will.
Pol. [Behind.] 0, I am slain! (Falls, and dies. Queen. 0 Hamlet, speak no more!
Queen. O me, what hast thou done?

Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
Ilam. Nay, I know not:

And there I see such black and grained spots, Is it the king ?

As will not leave theii tinct.
[Lifts up the arras, and draws forth Polonius. Ham. Nay, but to live
Queen. o, what a rash and bloody deed is this ! In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed;

Ham. A bloody deed ; – almost as bad, good mother, Stew'd in corruption; honeying, and making love
As kill a king, and marry with his brother.

Over the nasty stye; -
Queen. As kill a king!

Queen. O, speak to me no more! Ham. Ay, lady, 'twas my word.

These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears!
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! No'more, sweet Hamlet!

[To Polonius. Ham. A murderer, and a villain!
I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune! A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe
Thou find'st, to be too busy, is some danger.- of your precedent lord! - a vice of kings!
Leave wringing of your hands. Peace; sit you down, A cutpurse of the empire and the rule;
And let me wring your heart! for so I shall, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
If it be made of penetrable stuft ;

And put it in his pocket!
If damned custom hath not braz'd it so,

Queen. No more! That it be proof and bulwark against sense.

Enter Ghost. Queen. What have I done, that thou dar'st wag Ham. A king thy tongue

of shreds and patches ! -In noise so rude against me?

Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, Ilam. Such an act,

You heavenly guards! - What would your gracions That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;

figure? Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose

Queen. Alas, he's mad!
From the fair forehead of an innocent love, Hum. Do you not come your tardy son 10 chide,
And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by
As false as dicers' oaths. O, such a deed

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That I must be their scourge and minister.
Ghost. Do not forget: This visitation

I will bestow him, and will answer well
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.

The death I gave him. So, again, good night! -
But, look! amazement on thy mother sits : I must be cruel, only to be kind :
o, step between her and her fighthing soul; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works; But one word more, good lady!
Speak to her, Hamlet!

Queen. What shall I do?
Ham. How is it with you, lady?

Ilam. Not this, by no means, that I hid you do:
Queen. Alas, how is't with you?

Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed: That you do bend your eye on vacancy,

Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse;
And with th' incorporal air do hold discourse? And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; Or paddling in your neck with his damnd fingers,
And, as the sleeping soldiers in th' alarm, Make you to ravel all this matter out,
Your bedded hair, like life in excrements, That I essentially am not in madness,
Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son, But mad in craft. 'Twere good, you let him know:
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look ? Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,
Hum. On him! on him!- Look you, how pale he Such dear concernings hide? who would do so?
glares !

No, in despite of sense, and secrecy,
His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, Unpeg the basket on the house's top,
Would make them capable. — Do not look upon me; Let the birds fly; and, like the famous ape,
Lest, with this piteous action, you convert To try conclusions, in the basket creer,
My stern effects: then what I have to do

And break your own neck down.
Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for blood. Queen. Be thou assur’d, if words be made of breath,
Queen. To whom do you speak this?

And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
Ham. Do you see nothing there?

What thou hast said to me.
Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I see. Ham. I must to England; you know that?
Lam. Nor did you nothing hear?

Queen. Alack,
Queen. No, nothing, but ourselves.

I had forgot; 'tis so concluded on.
Ham. Why,look you there! look, how it steals away! Ham. There's letters seal’d: and my two school-
My father, in his habit as he liv'd :

fellows, Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal! Whom I will trast, as I will adders fang’d,

(Exit Ghost. They bear the mandate: they must sweep my way, Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain : And marshal me to knavery. Let it work; This bodiless creation ecstasy

For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer
Is very cunning in.

Hoist with his own petar: and it shall go hard,
Ham. Ecstasy!

But I will delve one yard below their mines,
My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And blow them at the moon: 0 'tis most sweet,
And makes as healthful music. It is not madness, When in one line two crafts directly meet. —
That I have utter'd: bring me to the test, This man shall set me packing,
And I the matter will re-word; which madness I'll lug the guts into their neighbour room:-
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Mother, good night!- Indeed, this counsellor
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
That not your trespass, but my madness speaks : Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place; Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you:
Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Good night, mother!
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;

(Exeunt serverally ; IIamlet dragging in Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;

And do not spread the compost on the weeds,
To make them ranker. l'orgive me this my virtue :
For in the fatness of these pursy times,

Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg;

SCENE I. - The same. Yea, curb and woo, for leave to do him good. Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz, and GUILDENQueen. O Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in twain. Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, King. There's matter in these sighs; these profuawl And live the purer with the other half.

heaves Good night! but go not to my uncle's bed; You must translate; 'tis fit we understand them : Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

Where is your son ? That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while. of habit's devil, is angel yet in this;

[To Rosenscrantz and Guildenstern, That to the use of actions fair and good

who go out. He likewise gives a frock, or livery,

Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night! That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night;

King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet ? And that shall lend a kind of easiness

Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both contend To the next abstinence: the next more easy : Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit, For use almost can change the stamp of nature, Behind the arras hearing something stir, And either curb the devil, or throw him out Whips out his rapier, cries, A rai! a rai! With wondrous potency. Once more, good night! And, in this brainish apprehension, kills And when you are desirous to be bless'd,

The unseen good old mao. I'll blessing beg of you. — For this same lord, King. O heavy deed!

(Pointing to Polonius. It had been so with us, had ve been there: I do repent. But heaven hath pleas'd it so, His liberty is full of threats to all; To punish me with this, and this with me, To you yourself, to us, to every one.

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Yet must not we prt the strong law on him: Our se le's lov'd of the distracted multitude,

By let Should have kept short, restrain’d, and out of haunt, Who like not in their judgment, but their

The This mad young mar: but, so much was our love, And, where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd We would not understand what was most fit; But never the oti'ence. To bear all smooth anderea But, like the owner of a foul disease,

This sudden sending him away must seem

Howe To keep it from divulging, let it feed

Deliberate pause. Diseases, desperate grown,
Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone? By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd:

Enter Rosencrantz.
O'er whom his very madness, like some ore,

Or not at all. - How now? what hath befallen? For. Among a mineral of metals base,

Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, Tell Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done. We cannot get from him.

Crave King. O, Gertrude, come away!

King. But where is he?

Over The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, Ros. Without, my lord ! guarded, to know your If tha But we will ship him hence; and this vile deed pleasure.

West We must, with all our majesty and skill, Both countenance and excuse. - Ho!Guildenstern! Ros Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord!

King. Bring him before us!

And 2


Enter Hamlet and GuildexsTERS,

For. Friends both, go join you with some further aid : Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,

King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?

Ente Ham. At supper.

Hame And from his mother's closet hath he dragg’d him: King. At supper ? where ?

Сар. Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body llam. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten

Hair Into the chapel. I pray you haste in this!

a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at

(Exeunt Ros. and Guil. him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: "e Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends ; And let them know, both what we mean to do,

fat all creatures else, to fat us; and we fat ourselves Harr And what's untimely done: so, haply, slander,

for maggots: your fat king, and your Ican bez

Como Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,

gar, is but variable service; two dishes, but to one

Сар table; that's the end.

Har As level as the cannon to his blank, Transports his poison’d shot, — may miss our name,

King. Alas! Alas!

Or fi And hit the woundless air. - O come away!

Ilam. A man may fish with the worm that hath My soul is full af discord, and dismay! [Exeunt. that worm.

eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed of

SCENE II. – Another room in the house.
King. What dost thou mean by this?

To pa
Ham. Nothing, but to show you how a king may


A ra Ham. Safely stow'd, - [Ros. etc. within. Hamlet! go a progress through the guts of a beggar. lord Hamlet!) But soft, - what noise? who calls on

King. Where is Polonius?

Hai Hamlet? O, here they come.

Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your Сар Enter Rosencrantz and GuildENSTERN.

HE messenger fund him not there, seek him i'the other Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the dead place yourself. But, indeed, if you fiud him not body? within this month, you shall nose him as you go up


This Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin. the stairs into the lobby.

That Ros. Tell us where 'lis; that we may take it King. Go seek him there! [To some Attendants. thence,

Ham. He will stay till you come.
And bear it to the chapel.
Ham. Do not believe it.

"King. Hamlet, this deed, forthine especial safety, a Ros. Believe what?

Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine For that which thou hast done, own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge!- what



And replication should be made by the son of a king? With fiery, quickness; therefore, prepare thyself; Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord ? The bark is ready, and the wind at help,

If hi Ham. Ay, sir! that soaks up the king's counte

Th’ associates tend, and every thiog is bent Bebe nance, his rewards, his authorities. Buť such offi- For England. cers do the king best service in the end. He keeps

Ilam. For England ? them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first King. Ay, Hamlet.

Ham. Good. mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, King. So is it, if thou knew’st our purposes. L'um. I see a cherub, that sees them. But, come!

oft sponge, you shall be dry again. Ros. I understand you not, my lord ! for England ! - Farewell, dear mother!


Arc Ham. I am glad of it. A kpavish speech sleeps in King. Thy loving father, Hamlet! a foolish ear. Ham. My mother! Father and mother is man and

WH Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body is,

wife, man and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother


Sit Come, for England ! and go with us to the king. Ham. The body is with the king, but the king is King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed


Le not with the body. The king is a thing Guil. A thing, my lord ? Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night:

Ma Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him! Hide fox, Away! for every thing is seal'd and done

That else leans on th' affair. Pray you, make haste! E and all after. (Exeunt.

TO SCENE U. - Another room in the same. And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught, Enter King, attended. (As my great power thereof may give thee sense ;

I. King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red

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After the Danish sword, and thy free awe How dangerous is it, that this man goes loose? Pays homage to us, thou may'sí not coldly set


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my blood, By letters cónjuring to that effect,

And let all sleep? whii'e, to my shame, I see The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; The imminent death of tyventy thousand men, For like the hectic in my blood he rages,

That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame, And thou must cure me: till I know 'tis done, Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. (Exit. Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,

Which is not tomb enough, and continent, SCENE IV. – A plain in Denmark. To hide the slain ?-0, from this tine forth, Enter FortinBRAS, and forces, marching. My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth![Exit. For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king, Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras

SCENE V.- Elsinore. A room in the castle. Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march

Enter Queen and Horatio. Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous. Queen. I will not speak with her. If that his majesty would aught with us,

Hor. She is importunate; indeed, distract; We shall express our duty in his eye,

Her mood will needs be pitied. And let him know so.

Queen. What would she have? Cap. I will do't, my lord!

Hor. She speaks much of her father; says, she For. Go softly on. (Exeunt Fortinbras and forces. hears, Enter Hamlet, ROSENCRANTZ, GuildENSTERN, etc. There's tricks i'the world; and hems, and beats her Ham. Good sir, whose powers are these?

heart," Cap. They are of Norway, sir!

Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt, Ham. How purpos’d, sir,

That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing, I pray you?

Yet the unshaped use of it doth move Cap. Against some part of Poland.

The hearers to collection; they aim at it, Ham. Who

And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; Commands them, sir?

Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.

them, Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,

Indeed wonld make one think there might be thought, Or for some frontier ?

Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. : Cap. Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition, Queen. 'Twere good, she were spoken with; for We go to gain a little patch of ground,

she may strew That hath in it no profit but the name.

Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds : To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it; Let her come in !

(Exit Horatio. Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole,

To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.

Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss; -Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, Cap. Yes, 'tis already garrisson'd.

It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Hum. Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand

Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA. ducats,

Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark ? Will not debate the question of this straw; Queen. How now, Ophelia ? This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace, Oph. How should I your true love know That inward breaks, and shows no cause without

From another one? Why the man dies. - humbly thank you, sir!

By his cockle hat and staff, Cap. God be wi' you, sir !

[Exit Captain.

And his sandal shoon. [Singing. Rós. Will’t please you go, my

lord ?

Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a little be- Oph. Say you? nay, pray you, mark! fore,

(Exeunt Ros. and Guil. He is dead and gone, lady, [Sings. How all occasions do inform against me,

He is dead and gone ; and spur my dull revenge! What is a man,

At his heud a grass-green turf,
If his chief good, and market of his time,

At his heels a stone.
Be but to sleep, and feed ? a beast, no more.
Sure, he, that made us with such large discourse, Queen. Nay, but Ophelia, -
Looking before, and after, gave us not

Oph. Pray you mark !
That capability and godlike reason

White his shroud as the mountain snow, [Sings. To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be

Enter King Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple

Queen. Alas, look here, my lord !
Of thinking too precisely on the event,

Oph. Larded all with sweet flowers;
A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom, Which bewept to the grave did go,
And, ever, three parts coward, - I do not know

With true-love showers.
Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do;

King. How do you, pretty lady? Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means, Oph. Well, God 'ield you! They say, the owl was To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me: a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but Witness, this army of such mass, and charge, know not what we may be. God be at your table! Led by a delicate and tender prince;

King. Conceit upon her father. Whose spirit, with divine ambition paff’d,

Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this; but when Makes mouths at the invisible event :

they ask you what it means, say you this: Exposing what is mortal, and unsure, To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare,

Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day, Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great,

All in the morning betime, Is, not to stir without great argument;

And I a maid at your window,

To be your Valentine:
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
When honour's at the stake. How stand I then, Then


he rose, and don'd his clothes, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,

And dupp'd the chamber door;


0, ho!

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