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O, say!

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

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?

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

Let the bloat hing 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 damn'd 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 creep,
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
Ilam. 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.
Ilam. 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 trust, 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. Forgive 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, ROSEXCRANTZ, and GUILDEN-

Queen. 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 profuum
And live the purer with the other half.

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 ? Ilow 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 rat! a rat!
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 mau.
I'll blessing beg of you. — For this same lord, King. O heavy deed!

[Pointing to Polonius. It had been so with us, had we 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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Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd ? Yet must not we pnt the strong law on him:
It will be laid to us, whose providence

lle's lov'd of the distracted multitude,
Should have kept short, restrain’d, and out of haunt, Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes;
This mad young mar: bot, 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 otience. To bear all smooth and erea
But, like the owner of a foul disease,

This sudden sending him away must seem
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?
Among a mineral of metals base,

Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,
Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done. We cannot get from him.
King. 0, Gertrude, come away!

King. But where is he?
The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, Ros. Without, my lord! guarded, to know you
But we will ship him hence; and this vile deed

pleasure. We must, with all our majesty and skill,

King. Bring him before as !
Both countenance and excuse. -- - Ho!Guildenstern! Ros. Ho, Guildepstern! bring in my lord!

Friends both, go join you with some further aid: King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
And from his mother's closet hath he dragg’d him: King. At supper? where?
Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten ;
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 fordiet: ne Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends; fat all creatures else, to fat us; and we fat ourselves And let them know, both what we mean to do, for maggots: your 'fat king, and your leau begAnd what's untimely done: so, haply, slander, gar, is but variable service; two dishes, but to one Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,

table; that's the end. As level as the cannon to his blank,

King. Alas! Alas!
Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name, llam. A man may fish with the worm that hath
And hit the woundless air. - O come away! eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed of
My soul is full af discord, and dismay! (Exeunt. that worm.
SCENE II. - Another room in the house.

King. What dost thou mean by this ?

Ilam. Nothing, but to show you how a king may 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 Polonins ? Hamlet? O, here they come,

Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your Enter RosenCRANTZ and GuildENSTERN. messenger fiud 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 Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin. the stairs into the lobby. Ros. Tell us where 'uis; that we may take it King. Go seek him there! [To some Attendants. thence,

Hain. He will stay till you come. And bear it to the chapel.

(Exeunt Attendants. Ham. Do not believe it.

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

Which we do tevder, 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 with fiery quickness; therefore, prepare thyself;

hence replication should be made by the son of a king? The bark is ready, and

the wind at help, Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord ? Ham. Ay, sir! that soaks up the king's counte

Th' associates tend, and every thing is bent pance, his rewards, his authorities. But such offi

For England. cers do the king best service in the end. He keeps King. Ay, Hamlet.

Ham. For England ? them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first

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 onr purposes. sponge, you shall be dry again.

l'um. I see a cherub, that sees them. - But, come! Ros. I understand you not, my lord !

for England ! - Farewell, dear mother! Ham. I am glad of it. A kpavish specch sleeps in King. Thy loving father, Hamlet! a foolish ear.

Ham. My mother! Father and mother is man and Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body is, wife, man and wife is one flesh; and so, ny inother. and go with us to the king.

Come, for England !

(Exit. Hain. The body is with the king, but the king is King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed not with the body. The king is a thing

aboard; Guil. A thing, my lord ?

Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night:
Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him! Hide fox, That else leans on thatiair. Pray you, makehaste

Away! for every thing is seal'd and done and all after.


(Exeunt Rós, and Guil. SCENE UL. - Another room in the same. And, England, if my love thou holil'st at aught, Enter King, attended.

(As my great power thereof may give thee sense ; King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red body.

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

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Our sovereign process; which imports at full, Escitements of my rason, and my blood,
By letters cónjuring to that effect,

And let all sleep? whi'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, it B

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.
Lord' garded as 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.
Emme us! 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
'I and Gown For. Go softly on. (Exeunt Fortinbras and forces. hears,
Bhere's Pin Enter HAMLET, ROSENCRANTZ, GuildENSTERN, etc. There's tricks i’the world; and hems, and beats her
Ham. Good sir, whose powers are these?

heart, cere? 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,
pray you?

Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
Ir 09.12 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.

Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, Indeed would 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.

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. “I humbly thank you, sir!

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

And his sandal shoon.

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!
(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.

0, ho!
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 zodlike 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 puffd,

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,

And I a maid at your window,
Is, not to stir without great argument;

To be

But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,



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

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Let in the maid, that out a maid

Låer. I thank you ! - keep the door!- Orthou vile
Never departed inore.

king, King. Pretty Ophelia !

Give me my father!
Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an end on't: Queen. Calmly, good Laertes !
By Gis, and by Saint Charity,

Laer. That drop of blood, that's calm, proclaims
Alack, and fye for shame!

me bastard;
Young men will do't, if they come to't; Cries, cuckold, to my father; brands the harlot
By cock, they are to blame.

Even here, between the chaste unsmirched bror

of my true mother. Quoth she, before you tumbled me,

King. What is the cause, Laertes,
You promis'd me to wed:

That thy rebellion looks so giant-like? -
[He answers.]

Let him go, Gertrude! do not fear our person;
So would I ha done, by yonder sun,

There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
An thou hadst not come to my bed.

That treason can but peep to what it would,
King. How long hath she been thus?

Acts little of his will. – Tell me, Laertes, Oph. I hope, als will be well. We must be patient; Why thou art thus incens’d? Let him go, Gerbut I cannot choose but weep, to think, they should trude! lay him i'the cold ground. My brother shall know Speak, man. of it, and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, Laer. Where is my father ? my coach! Good night, ladies! good night, sweet King. Dead. ladies! good night, good night!

[Exit. Queen. But not by him. King. Follow her close; give her good watch, 1 King. Let him demand his fill.

[Exit Horatio. Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with: O! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs To hell, allegiance ! vows, to the blackest devil

! All from her father's death: and now behold, Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! O Gertrude, Gertrude !

I dare damnation: to this point I stand,When sorrows come, they come not single spies, That both the worlds I give to negligence, But in battalions! First, her father slain ;

Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd
Next, your son gone; and he most violent author

Most throughly for my father.
Of his own just remove: the people muddied, King. Who shall stay you ?
Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whis- Laer. My will, not all the world's :

And, for my means, I'll husband them so well,
For good Polonius' death; and we have done but They shall go far with little.

King. Good Laertes,
In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia If you desire to know the certainty
Divided from herself, and her fair judgment; of your dear father's death, is't writ in your
Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts.

venge, Last, and as much containing as all these,

That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, Her brother is in secret come from France: Winner and loser ? Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, Laer. None but his enemies. And wants not bazzers to infect his ear

King. Will you know them then? With pestilent speeches of his father's death; Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope aj Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,

arms; Will nothing stick our person to arraign

And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,
In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this, Repast them with my blood.
Like to a murdering piece, in many places King. Why, now you speak
Gives me superfluous death!

(À noise within. Like a good child, and a true gentleman. Queen. Alack! what noise is this?

That I am guiltless of your father's death,
Enter a Gentleman.

And am most sensibly in grief for it,

It shall as level to your judgment ’pear,
Where are my Switzers ? Let them guard the door! As day does to your eye.
What is the matter?

Danes. (Within.]Let her come in!
Gent. Save yourself, my lord !

Laer. How now! what noise is that? The ocean, overpeering of his list,

Enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with strame Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste, Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,

O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, O’erbears your officers! The rabble call him, lord; Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye! And, as the world were now but to begin,

By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weight

, Antiquity forgot, custom not known,

Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! The ratifiers and props of every word,

Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!-
They cry, Chaose we; Laertes shall be king! O heavens! is't possible, a young maid’s wits
Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds, Should be as mortal, as an old man's life?
Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!

Nature is fine in love: and, where 'tis fine,
Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! It sends some precious instance of itself
o, this is counter, you false Danish dogs! After the thing it loves.
King. The doors are broke! [Noise within.

Oph. They bore him barefac'd on the bier:
Enter Laertes, armed; Danes following.

Hey no nonney, nonney hey nonny:
Laer. Where is this king — ? — Sirs, stand you all And in his


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Fare you well, my dove!
Dan. No, let's come in !

Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade re-
Laer. I pray you, give me leave!

venge, Dan. We will, we will.

It could not move thus. [They retire without the door.! Oph. You must sing, Down a-down, an you call

King. Attend!

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him a-down-a. 0, how the wheel becomes it! It is ment gave us chase: finding ourselves too slow of the false steward, that stole his master's daughter. sail, we put on a compelled valour; and in the Laer. This nothing's more than matter.

grapple I boarded them: on the instant, they got Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; clear of our ship; so I alone became their prisoner. pray you, love, remember! and there is pansies, They have dealt with me like thieves of mercy : that's for thoughts.

but they knew what they did; I am to do a good Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and re- turn for them. Let the king have the letters I have membrance fitted.

sent: and repair thou to me with as much haste as Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines :- thou would'st fly death. I have words to speak in there's rue for you; and here's some for me:— we thine ear, will make thee dumb; yet are they much may call it, herb of grace o'Sundays:-- you may too light for the bore of the mutter. These good wear your rae with a dillerence.— There's a daisy : fello:vs will bring thee where I am. Rosencrantz - I would give you some violets; but they wi- and Guildenstern hold their course for England; thered all, when my father died ; – they say, he made of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell! a good end,

He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet. For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy, — [Sings. Come, I will give you way for these your letters;

And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
Laer. Thought and aflliction, passion, hell itself,

To him, from whom you brought them. (Exeunt.
She turns to favour, and to prettiness.
Oph. And will he not come again? (Sings,

SCENE VII. - Another room in the same.
And will he not come again?

Enter King and Laertes.
No, no, he his dead,

King. Now must your conscience my acquittance
Go to thy death-bed,

seal, He never mill come again.

And you must put me in your heart for friend;

Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
His beard was as white as snow,

That he, which hath your noble father slain,
All flaxen was his poll:

Pursu'd my life.
He is

Laer. It well appears: — but tell me,
And we cast away moan;

Why you proceeded not against these feats,
God'a mercy on his soul!

So crimeful and so capital in nature,
And of all christian souls! I pray God. God be wi As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things else,

(Exit Ophelia. You mainly were stirrd up. Laer. Do you see this, o God!

King. O, for two special reasons ; King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief, Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd, Or you deny me right. Go but apart,

But yet to me they are strong. The queen, his mother, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, Lives almost by his looks; and for myself, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me: (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,) If by direct or by collateral hand

She is so conjunctive to my life and soul, They find us touch’d, we will our kingdom give, That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, I could not but by her. The other motive, To you in satisfaction; but, if not,

Why to a public count I might not go, Be you content to lend your patience to us, Is, the great love the general gender bear him: And we shall jointly labour with your soul, Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, To give it due content.

Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone, Laer. Let this be so;

Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows, His means of death, his obscure funeral,

Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind,
No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his bones, Would have reverted to my bow again,
No noble rite, nor formal ostentation, -

And not where I had aim'd them.
Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, Laer. And so have I a noble father lost;
That I must call't in question.

sister driven into desperate terms;
King. So you shall;

Whose worth, if praises may go

back again, And, where the offence is, let the great axe fall. Stood challenger on mount of all the age I pray you, go with me!

[Exeunt. For her perfections. But my revenge will come.

King. Break not your sleeps for that: you must SCENE VI. - Another room in the same.

not think,
Enter HORATIO, and a Servant.

That we are made of stuff so flat and dull,
Hor. What are they, that would speak with me? That we can let our beard be shook with danger,
Serv. Sailors, sir!

And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more: They say, they have letters for you.

I loved your father, and we love ourself;
Hor. Let them come in !

[Exit Servant. And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine, –

How now? what news?
I do not know from what part of the world
I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet.

Enter a Messenger.
Enter Sailors.

Mess. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet!
1 Sail. God bless you, sir !

This to your majesty; this to the queen.
Hor. Let him bless thee too.

King. From Hamlet! who brought them? 1 Sail. He shall, sir, an't please him! There's a Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw them not; letter for you, sir! it comes from the ambassador They were given me by Claudio, he receiv'd them that was bound for England; if your name be Ho- of him that brought them. ratio, as I am let to know it is.

King.-Laertes, you shall hear them:
Hor. (Reads.] Horatio, when thou shalt have Leave us !

(Exit Messenger overlooked this, gire these fellows some means to [Reads.] High and mighty, you shall know, I the king; they have letters for him. Ere we were two am set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall days old at sea, a pirute of very warlike appoint-'I beg leave to see your kingly eyes: when I shu!!,

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