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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?
Laer. I am lost in it, my lord ! But let him come; Dies in his own too-much. That we would do,

For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,
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 morder 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 Under the which he shall not choose but fall;

do this, keep close within your chamber: And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe ; We'll put ou those shall praise your excellence,

Hamlet, return’d, shall kuow 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 mooths 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,

Enter Queen. For art and exercise in your defence,

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

Queen. One woe doth tread upon 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! o, 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, nettles, daisies, and long purples

, 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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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 ship-
Pull’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't!
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 braios 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. · Adien, 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 was very sweet,
To contract, 0, the time, for, ah, my behove,

O, methought, there was nothing meet.
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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, self in her own defence?

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

[Throws up a scull. i 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! Here 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, he morrow, 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 on'l. 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 Adani'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 tenures, 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? Humph! 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

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his fine pate full of fine dirt ? will his vouchers | 1 Clo. A whoreson mad fellow's it was; whose do
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. Thus
self have no more? ha?

same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Hor. Not a jot more, my lord.

Ham. This?

(Takes the scull

. Ham. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins ? 1 clo. E'en that. Hor. Ay, my lord, ond of calves-skins too. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick! --I knew him, Horatio ! Ilam. They are sheep, and calves, which seek out a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: be assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow: hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and Whose grave's this, sirrah?

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

rises at it. Here hang 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 For such a guest is meet.

gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that Ham. I think it be thine, indeed! for thou liest were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, in't.

to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? NoF 1 Clo. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her not yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, yet it paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; is mine.

make her laugh at that.- Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell e: Ham. Thou dost lie in't, to be in't, and say it is one thing. thine: 'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore Hor. What's that, my lord ? thou liest.

Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o’this fr
1 Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, sir! 'twill away again, from shion i'the earth?
me to you.

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

llam. 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! 1 Clo. For none neither.

Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of 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 thithe? Ham. How absolute the knave is! we must speak with modesty enongh, and likelihood to lead it: 3 by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, alezlord, 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 be 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 0, 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 ; Kukko born: he that is mad, and sent into England. Queen, their trains, etc. Hum. 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 betoken

, 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? Ilam. 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 doubtsal;
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, aud 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!

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, churlish priest

, three-and-twenty years.

A minist'ring angel shall my sister be,
Ham. Whose was it?

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SCENE II.- A hall in the castle.
Queen. Sweets to the sweet: Farewell !

Enter Hamlet and HORATIO.
(Scattering flowers. Ham. So much for this, sir! now shall you see the
I hop'd, thou should'st have been my Hamlet's wife; other! -
I thought, thy bride-bed to have deck’d, sweet maid, You do remember all the circumstance?
And not have strew'd thy grave.

Hor. Remember it, my lord !
Laer. O, treble woe

Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, Fall ten times treble on that cursed head

That would not let me sleep: methought, I lay Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly, Depriv'd thee of! — Hold off the earth a while, And prais'd be rashness for it, - let us know, Till I have caught her once more in mine arms; Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well,

(Leaps into the grave. When our deep plots do pall:and that should teach us, Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead; , There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Till of this flat a mountain you have made, Rough-hew them how we will. To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head

Hor. That is most certain. Of blue Olympus.

Ham. Up from my cabin, Ham. (Advancing.] What is he, whose grief My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark 2012. Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Grop'd i to find out them : had my desire; * Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand Finger'd their packet; and, in fine, withdrew Like wonder-wounded hearers ? this is I,

To mine own room again: making so bold, Hamlet the Dane.

(Leaps into the grave. My fears forgetting manners, to unseal Laer. The devil take thy soul! (Grappling with him. Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio, Ham. Thou pray'st not well.

A royal knavery: an exact command, –
I prythee, take thy fingers from my throat; Larded with many several sorts of reasons,
For, though I am not splenetive and rash,

Importing Denmark's health, and England's too, Ms Yet have I in me something dangerous,

With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life, – Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand! That, on the supervise, no leisure bated, King. Pluck them asunder.

No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, Queen. Hamlet, Hamlet!

My head should be struck off. All. Gentlemen,

Hor. Is't possible? Hor. Good my lord, be quiet !

Ham. Here's the commission; read it at more lui(The Attendants part them, come out of the grave.

But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed?
Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme, Ham. Being thus benetted round with villanies,

Hor. Ay, 'beseech you!
Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
Queen. O my son! what theme?

Or I could make a prologue to my brains,
Ham. I lov'd Ophelia ; forty thousand brothers

They had begun the play:- I sat me down; Could not, with all their quantity of love,

Devis'd a new commission; wrote it fair:

I once did hold it, as our statists do, Make up my sum.- What wilt thou do for her ?

A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much
King. 0, he is mad, Laertes !

How to forget that learning: but, sir, now
Queen. For love of God, forbear him!
Ham. 'Zounds, show me what thou'lt do:

It did me yeoman's service. Wilt thou know

The effect of what I wrote? Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear

Hor. Ay, good my lord ! thyself?

Ham. An earnest conjuration from the king, – Woul't drink up Esil? eat a crocodile?

As England was his faithful tributary; I'll do't. — Dost thou come here to whine?

As love between them like the palm might flourishi; To outface me with leaping in her grave?

As peace should still her wheaten garland wear, Be buried quick with her, and so will I:

And stand a comma 'tween their amities; And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw

And many such like as's of great charge, Millions of acres on us; till our ground,

That, on the view and knowing of these contents, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Without debatement further, more, or less, Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thoul't mouth, He should the bearers put to sudden death, I'll rant as well as thou.

Not shriving-time allow'd. Queen. This is mere madness:

Hor. How was this seald ? And thus a while the fit will work on him;

Ham. Why, even in that was heaven ordinant; Anon, as patient as the female dove,

I had my father's' signet in my purse, When that her golden couplets are disclos'd, Which was the model of that Danish seal : His silence will sit drooping.

Folded the writ up in form of the other; Ham. Hear you, sir!

Subscrib'd it; gave't the inpression; plac'd it What is the reason that you use me thus?

safely, I lov'd you ever: bat it is no matter;

The changeling never known. Now, the next day Let Hercules himself do what he may,

Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. (Exit. Thou know'st already. King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him !- Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.

[Exit Horatio. Ham. Why, man, they did make love to this emStrengthen your patience in our last night's speech; ployment;

(To Laertes. They are not near my conscience; their defeat We'll put the matter to the present push. - Does by their own insinuation grow: Good Gretrude, set some watch over your son.- 'Tis dangerous, when the baser nature comes This grave shall have a living monument:

Between the pass and fell incensed points
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;

Of mighty opposites.
Till then, in patience our proceeding be. (Exeunt. Hor. Why, what a king is this!

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Ham. Does it not, think thee, stand me now upon ?Ost. I know, yon are not ignorant-
He, that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother;| Hum. I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did, it
Popp'd in between the election and my hopes; would not much approve me; — well, sir!
Thrown ont his angle for my proper life,

Osr. You are not ignorant of what excellence
And with such cozenage; is't not perfect conscience, Laertes ís
To quit him with this arm ? and is'i not to be damn'd, | Ham. : dare not confess that, lest I should com-
To let this canker of our nature come

pare with him in excellence; but, to know a man In further evil?

well, were to know himself. Hor. It must be shortly known to him from England, Osr. I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the inWhat is the issue of the business there.

putation laid on him by them, in his meed be's Ham. It will be short: the interim is mine; unfellowed. And a man's life no more to say, one.

Ham. What's his weapon? But I am very sorry, good Horatio,

Osr. Rapier and dagger. That to Laertes I forgot myself;

Ham. That's two of his weapons : bat, well. For by the image of my cause, I see

Osr. The king, sir, hath wagered with him sis The portraiture of his: I'll count his favours : Barbary horses: against the which he has impama But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put mo ed, as I take it, six French rapiers and poniard, Into a towering passion.

with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so : the be Hor. Peace! who comes here?

of the carriages, in faith, are very dear to faner, Enter Osnic.

very responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, ke Osr.Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark. and of very liberal conceit.

E Ham. I humbly thank you, sir ! - Dost know this Ham. What call you the carriages ? water-fly?

Hor. I know, you must be edified by the margent, Hor. No, my good lord !

ere you had done. Ham. Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a Osr. The carriages, sir, are the hangers. vice to know him. He hath much land, and fertile; Ham. The phrase would be more german to the let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall matter, if we could carry a cannon by our sides

; stand at the king's mess : 'Tis a chough; but, as II would, it might be hangers till then. But, on! say, spacious in the possession of dirt.

Six Barbary horses against six French swords, their Osr. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I assigos, and three liberal-conceited carriages ; that's

BE should impart a thing to you from his majesty. the French bet against the Danish. Why is this

TH Hart. I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of impawned, as you call it?

HO spirit. Your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head. Osr. The king, sir, hath laid, that in a dozen passiek Osr. I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot. between yourself and him, he shall not exceed ya

TH Ham. No, believe me, "tis very cold; the wind is three hits : he hath laid, on twelve for nine; and it

Ro northerly.

would come to immediate trial, if your lordship Osr. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed! would vouchsafe the answer.

II Ham. But yet, methinks, it is very sultry and hot; Ham. How, if I answer, no?

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T or my complexion

Osr. I mean, my lord, the opposition of your per Osr. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry, - as son in trial 'twere, - I cannot tell how. – My lord, his majesty Flam. Sir, I will walk here in the hall: if it please

HE bade me signify to you, that he has laid a great his majesty, it is the breathing time of day with me

HE wager on your head. Sir, this is the matter,- let the foils be brought, the gentleman willing

, and

$ Ham. I beseech you, remember

the king hold his purpose, I' will win for him, if

L (Hamlet moves him to put on his hat. can; if not, I will gain nothing but my shame, and

B1 Osr.Nay, good my lord; for my ease, in good faith. the odd hits.

T Sir, here is newly come to court, Laertes: believe Osr. Shall I deliver you so? me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent Ham. To this effect, sir; after what flourish Four differences, of;very soft society, and great showing: nature will. indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or Osr. I commend my duty to your lordship! (Exit

.

T calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the Ham. Yours, yours !-- He does well, to commend

1 continent of what part a gentleman would see. it himself; there are no tongues else for's turo;

T Ham. Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in Hor. This lapwing runs away with the shell abis you ;-though, I know, to divide him inventorially, head, would dizzy the arithmetic of memory; and yet but Ham. He did comply with his dag, before he seekad raw neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the it

. Thus has he and many more of the same bred, verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of great that

, I know, the drossy age dotes on,) only got the article; and his infusion of such dearth and rareness, tune of the time, and outward habit of encounter as, to make true diction of him, his semblable is his a kind of yesty collection, which carries them through mirror; and, who elso would trace him, his umbrage, and through the most fond and winnowed opinions nothing more.

and do but blow them to their trial,the bubbles are out Osr. Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.

Enter a Lord. Ham. The concernancy, sir? why do we wrap the Lord. My lord, his majesty commanded him to ! gentleman in our more rawer breath?

you by young. Osric, who brings back to hier

, that Osr. Sir ?

you attend him in the hall: he sends to know Hor. Is't not possible to understand in another if your pleasure hold to play with Laertes, or that tongue? You will do't, sir, really. Ham. What imports the nomination of this gen

Ham. I am constant to my purposes, they foller ! tleman?

the king's pleasure: if his fitness speaks, mine is Osr. Of Laertes ? Hor. His purse is empty already; all his golden as now. words are spent.

Lord. The king, and queen, and all are coming dowz. Ham. Of him, sir.

Ham. In happy time.

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