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Let in the maid, that out a maid

Laer. I thank you! - keep the door!- Orthon vile
Never departed more.

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 brow Quoth she, before you tumbled me,

of my true mother, You promis'd me to wed:

King. What is the cause, Laertes, [He answers.]

That thy rebellion looks so giant-like? -
So would I ha done, by yonder sun,

Let him go, Gertrude! do not fear our person;
An thou hadst not come to my

bed.

There's such divivity doth hedge a king,

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, all 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, I King. Let him demand his fill. pray you !

[Exit Horatio. Laer. How came he dead? -I'll not be juggled with: 0! 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 :
pers,

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.
greenly,

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 re-
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 buzzers 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 mg
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,
King. Attend!

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 strass Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste,

and flowers. 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, Choose 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
0, 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 grave rain'd many a tear;without!

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

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

venge, Dan. We will, we will.

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

him a-down-a. O, 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 Luer. 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 eur, will make thee dumb; get 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 rue with a dillerence. - There's a daisy : fello:ys 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; Laer. Thought and affiction, passion, hell itself, To him, from whom you brought them. (Exeunt.

And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
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 gone, he is gone,

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, vou!

(Exit Ophelia. You mainly were stirr’d 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.

A 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, I do not know from what part of the world

How now? what news?
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, give these fellows some means to [Reads.] High and mighty, you shall know, ! theking; 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 sha!!,

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first asking your pardon thereunto, recount the oc- A face without a heart?
casion of my sudden and more strange return. Laer. Why ask you this?

Hamlet. King. Not that I think, you did not love your father;
What should this mean? Are all the rest come back? But that I know, love is begun by time;
Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?

And that I see, in passages of proof,
Laer. Know you the hand?

Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.

There lives within the very flame of love King. 'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked,

A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it; And, in a postscript here, he says, alone:

And nothing is at a like goodness still;
Can you advise me?

For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,
Laer. I am lost in it, my lord ! But let him come; Dies in his own too much. That we would do,
It warms the very sickness in my heart,

We should do when we would; for this would changes

, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,

And hath abatements and delays as many, Thus diddest thou.

As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; King. If it be so, Laertes,

And then this should is like a spendthrist sigh, As how should it be so ? how otherwise ?

That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o'the ulcer: Will you be rul'd by me?

Hamlet comes back; what would you undertake, Laer. Ay, my lord!

To show yourself in deed your father's son, So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace.

More than in words? King. To thine own peace. If he be now return'd,

Laer. To cut his throat i'the church. As checking at his voyage, and that he means

King. No place, indeed, should murder sanctoarize; No more to undertake it, -I will work him

Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes,
To an exploit, now ripe in my device,

Will you do this, keep close within your chamber:
Under the which he shall not choose but fall:
And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe ; We'll put on those shall praise your excellence,

Hamlet, return’d, shall know you are come home:
But even his mother shall uncharge the practice

And set a double varnish on the fame And call it, accident.

The Frenchman gave you ; bring you, in fine, together, Laer. My lord, I will be rul'd,

And wager o'er your heads: he, being remiss, The rather, if you could devise it so,

Most generous, and free from all contriving, That I might be the organ.

Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease,
King. It falls right.

Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
You have been talk'd of since your travel much, A sword unbated, and, in a pass of practice,
And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality, Requite him for your father.
Wherein, they say, you shine: your sum of parts Laer. I will do't:
Did not together pluck such envy from him, And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my sword.
As did that one; and that, in my regard,

I bought an unction of a mountebank,
Of the unworthiest siege.

So mortal, that, but dip a knife in it,
Laer. What part is that, my lord?

Where it draws blood, no cataplasm so rare,
King. A very ribband in the cap of youth, Collected from all simples that have virtue
Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes Under the moon, can save the thing from death,
The light and careless livery that it wears, That is but scratch'd withal; I'll touch my point
Than settled age his sables, and his weeds, With this contagion; that, if I gall him slightly
Importing health and graveness. — Two months since, It may be death.
Here was a gentleman of Normandy, —

King. Let's further think of this ;
I have seen myself, and serv'd against, the French, Weigh, what convenience, both of time and means,
And they can well on horseback: but this gallant May fit us to our shape: if this should fail,
Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat; And that our drift look through our bad perform-
And to such wond'rous doing brought his horse,

ance,
As he had been incorps'd and demi-natur'd 'Twere better not assay'd; therefore this project
With the brave beast: so far he topp'd my thought, should have a back, or second, that might hold,
That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,

If this should blast in proof. Soft; -- let me see:-
Come short of what he did.

We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings, Laer. A Norman, was't?

I ha't: King. A Norman.

When in your motion you are hot and dry, Laer. Upon my life, Lamord!

(As make your bouts more violent to that end) King. The very same.

And that he calls for drink, I'll have preferr'd him Laer. I know him well: he is the brooch, indeed, A chalice for the nonce; whereon but sipping, And gem of all the nation.

If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,
King. He made confession of you;

Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what noise?
And gave you such a masterly report,
For art and exercise in your defence,

How now, sweet queen?
And for your rapier most especial,

Queen. One woe doth tread apon another's heel, That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed,

So fast they follow:- your sister's drown'd, Laertes

, If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation, Laer, Drown'd! 0, where? He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook

, If you oppos'd them. Sir; this report of his

That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy,

Therewith fantastic garlands did she make
That he could nothing do, but wish and beg of crow-flowers, netiles, daisies, and long parples

, Your sudden coming o’er, to play with you.

That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, Now, out of this,

But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them Laer. What out of this, my lord ?

There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds King. Laertes, was your father dear to you?

Clambering to hang, an envions sliver broke; Or are you like the painting of a sorrow. When down her weedy trophies, and herself

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Enter Queen.

out of chris 1 Clo. WE that great f to drowno christian. gentlemen Kers; they 2 Clo. W I Clo. He 2 Clo. W 1 Clo. W derstandt digged:

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other quest the purpos

2 Clo, Ge 1 Clo. W the mason.

Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread, 2 Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives
wide;

a thousand tenants.
And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her up: 1 Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith; the gal-
Which time, she chanted snatches of old tunes; lows does well : but how does it well? it does well
As one incapable of her own distress,

to those that do ill: now thou dost ill, to say, the Or like a creature vative and indu'd

gallows is built stronger, than the church: argal, Unto that element: but long it could not be, the gallows may do well to thee. To't again; come! Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, 2 člo. Who builds stronger, than a mason, a shipPull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay wright, or a carpenter? To muddy death.

i Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke. Laer. Alas then, she is drown'd?

2 Clo. Marry, now I can tell.
Queen. Drown'd, drown'd!

1 Clo. To'l!
laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophe- 2 Clo. Mass, I cannot tell.
lia,

Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance. And therefore I forbid my tears. But yet

1 Clo. Cudgel thy brains no more about it; for It is our trick; nature her custom holds,

your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating : Let shame say what it will: when these are gone and, when you are asked this question next, say; Then woman will be out. Adieu, my lord!

a grave-maker; the houses that he makes, last till I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan, and fetch me But that this folly drowns it. (Exit. a stoup of liquor !

[Exit 2 Clown. King. Let's follow, Gertrude ! How much I had to do to calm his rage!

1 Clown digs, and sings. Now fear I, this will give it start again;

In youth, when I did love, did love, Therefore, let's follow?

[Exeunt.

Methought, it wus very sweet,
To contract, O, the time, for, ah, my behove,

0, methought, there was nothing meet. A CT V.

Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business? SCENE I. - A churchyard.

he sings at grave-making. Enter two Clowns, with spades, elc.

Hur. Custom hath made it in him a property of

easiness. 1 Clo. Is she to be buried in Christian burial, that Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment wilfully seeks her own salvation ?

hath the daintier sense. 2 Clo. I tell thee, she is; therefore make her

grave straight: the crowner hath set on her, and finds it 1 Clo. But age, with his stealing steps, [Sings. christian burial.

Hath claw'd me in his clutch, 1 Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned her

And hath shipped me into the land, seli in her own defence?

As if I had never been such. 2 Clo. Why, 'tis found so.

[Throws up a scull. 1 Clo. It must be se offendendo ; it cannot be else. Ham. That scull had a tongue in it, and could sing For here lies the point: If I drown myself wittingly, once. How the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it argues an act: and an act hath three branches; it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! it is; to act, to do, and to perform : argal, she This might be the pate of a politician, which this drowned herself wittingly.

ass now o'er-reaches, one that would circumvent 2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver! God, might it not? 1 Clo, Give me leave! re lies the water; good : Hor. It might, my lord! here stands the man; good: if the man go to this Ham. Or of a courtier; which could say Goodwater, and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, hemorrow, sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord ? goes ; mark you that: but if the water come to him, This might be my lord such-a-one, that prais'd my and drown him, he drowns not himself: argal, he, lord such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it; that is not guilty of his own death, shortens not his might it not? own life.

Hor. Ay, my lord! 2 Clo. But is this law?

Ham. Why, e'en so: and now my lady Worm's; 1 Clo. Ay, marry is't; crowner's-quest law. chapless, and knocked about the mazzard with a 2 Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not sexton's spade. Here's fine revolution, an we had been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried the trick to see't. Did these bones cost no more out of christian burial.

the breeding, but to play at loggats with them? 1 Clo. Why, there thou say'st: and the more pity; mine ache to think ou’ł. that great folks shall have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even

1 Clo. A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade, (Sings. christian. Come, my spade. There is no ancient

For- and a shrouding sheet: gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-ma

0, a pit of clay for to be made kers; they hold up Adam's profession.

For such a guest is meet. 2 Clo. Was he a gentleman ?

[Throws op a scull. 1 Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms. Fam. There's another. Why may not that be the 2 Clo. Why, he had none. skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddits now,

his 1 Clo. What, art a heathen? How dost thou un- quillets, his cases, his tendres, and his tricks? why derstand the scripture? The scripture says, Adam does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him digged: could he dig without arms? I'll put an- about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not other question to thee: if thou answerest me not to tell him of his action of battery ? Flunph! This the purpose, confess thyself

fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land, 2 Clo. Go to!

with his statutes, his recognizances, his fines, his 1 Clo. What is he, that builds stronger, than either double vouchers, his recoveries. Is this the fine of the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter? his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have

Queen. Swee

Now pile you

For, though Yet have I ir Which let the

All, Gentler Hor. Good

Ham. Why Until my eye

his fine pate full of fine dirt ? will his vouchers / 1 Clo. A whoreson mad fellow's it was; whose do

Ham. What vouch him no more of his purchases, and double you think it was ? ones too, than the length and breadth of a pair of Ham. Nay, I know not. indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will 1 Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! be hardly lie in this box; and must the inheritor him- poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This

I hop'd, thon

I thought, thy self have no more? ha ?

same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester.

And not have Hor. Not a jot more, my lord.

Ham. This?

(Takes the scull.

Laer. 0, tr Ham. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins ? 1 clo. E'en that.

Pall ten times Hor. Ay, my lord, ond of calves-skins too. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick! -I knew him, Horatio !

Whose wicke Ham. They are sheep, and calves, which seek out a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: be

Depriv'd assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow: hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and

Till I have c Whose grave's this, sirrah?

now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge 1 Clo. Mine, sir!

rises at it. Here hung those lips , that I have kissed 0, a pit of clay for to be made [Sings. I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your Till of this f For such a guest is meet. gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that

To o’ertop ol Ham. I think it be thine, indeed! for thou liest were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now,

Of blue Olynt in't.

to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? Nos

Ham. (Adve 1 Clo. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her

Bears such as not yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, yet it paint an inch thick, to this favour she mast come;

Conjures the is mine.

make her laugh at that.— Pr'ythee, Horatio, telle:

Like wonderHam. Thou dost lie in't, to be in't, and say it is one thing.

Hamlet the DE thine: 'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore Hor. What's that, my lord?

Laer. The de thou liest.

Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o’this fa

Ham. Thou 1 Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, sir! 'twill away again, from shion i'the earth?

prythee, ta me to you.

Hor. E'en so. Ham. What man dost thou dig it for?

Ilam. And smelt so? pah ! [Throws dowm the scall. 1 Clo. For no man, sir !

Hor. E'en so, my lord! Ham. What woman then ?

Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio

!

King. Pluck 1 Clo. For none neither.

Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of

Queen. Han Ham. Who is to be buried in't?

Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole? 1 Clo. One, that was a woman, sir; but, rest her Hor.'Twere to consider too curiously,to consider so. soul, she's dead.

Ham. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither Ham. How absolute the knave is! we must speak with modesty enongh, and likelihood to lead it: 3

[T by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Ales: lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note ander returneth to dust; the dust is earth; of earth of it; the age is grown so picked, that the toe of we make loam: and why of that loam, whereto he the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, was converted, might they not stop a deer-barrel

? he galls his kibe.—How long hast thou been a grave- Imperious Caesar, dead, and turn’d to clay, maker?

Might stop a hole to keep the wind away: 1 Clo. Of all the days i’the year, I came to't that o, that the earth, which kept the world in are, day that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw! Ham. How long's that since ?

But soft! but soft! aside! Here comes the king! 1 Clo. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell Enter Priests, etc. in procession; the corpse of that. It was that very day that young Hamlet was OPHELIA, LAERTES, and Mourners, following; King Woul't weep born: he that is mad, and sent into England. Queen, their trains, etc. Ham. Ay, marry, why was he sent into England? The queen, the courtiers : who is this they follow

? 1 Clo. Why, because he was mad: he shall re- And with such maimed rites! This doth betokea

, cover his wits there; or, if he do not, 'tis no great The corse, they follow, did with desperate hand matter there.

Fordo its own life. 'Twas of some estate: Ham. Why?

Couch we a while, and mark. (Retiring with Horatio. 1 Clo. 'Twill not be seen in him there; the men Laer. What ceremony else? are as mad as he.

Ham. That is Laertes, Ham. How came he mad?

A very noble youth. Mark! 1 Clo. Very strangely, they say.

Laer. What ceremony else? Ham. How strangely?

1 Priest. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd 1 Clo. 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits.

As we have warranty: her death was doubtfal; Ham. Upon what ground ?

And, but that great command o'ersways the order

, 1 Clo. Why, here in Denmark; I have been sexton She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd here, man and boy, thirty years.

Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers, Ham. How long will a man lie i'the earth ere he Shards, flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on her: rot?

Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants, 1 Clo. 'Faith, if he be not rotten before he die, Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home (as we have many pocky, corses now-a-days, that of bell and burial. will scarce hold 'the laying in,) he will last you Laer. Must there no more be done? some eight year, or nine year: a tanner will last you 1 Priest. No more be done! pine year.

We should profane the service of the dead, Ham. Why he more than another?

To sing a requiem, and such rest to her 1 Clo. Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his As to peace-parted souls. trade, that he will keep out water a great while; and Laer. Lay her i'the earth! your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead and from her fair and unpolluted flesh, body. Here's a scull now hath lain you i’the earth May, violets spring !--I tell thee, charlish priest

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