They say the Lord, we know owl was a baker's daughter. what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table! King. Conceit upon her father. Oph. Pray you, let's have no words of this; but when they ask you what it means, say you this: [Sings] To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, All in the morning betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your Valentine. [Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes, 50 In hugger - mugger 10 to inter him: poor Ophelia Divided from herself and her fair judgment, Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts: 90 Last, and as much containing as all these, Like to a murdering-piece,1 in many places Enter a Gentleman. What is the matter? Gent. 99 Save yourself, my lord: The ocean, overpeering of his list,2 Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,3 O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord; [And, as the world were now but to begin, Antiquity forgot, custom not known, The ratifiers and props of every word,] They cry, "Choose we; Laertes shall be king!" Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds, "Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!" Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! 109 Good Laertes, [If you desire to know the certainty Of your dear father's death, is 't writ in your revenge, That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe, Winner and loser? Laer. None but his enemies. Will you know them, then? Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms, And, like the kind life-rendering pelican Repast them with my blood. 150 King. Why, now you speak Like a good child and a true gentleman.] That I am guiltless of your father's death, And am most sensibly in grief for it, It shall as level to your judgment pierce As day does to your eye. Danes. [Within] Let her come in. Laer. How now! what noise is that? Re-enter OPHELIA. O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven-times salt, Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye! By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight, Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia! Hor. [Reads] "Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the king: they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chase. Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour; and in the grapple I boarded them: on the instant they got clear of our ship; so I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me like thieves of mercy: but they knew what they did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou wouldst fly death. I have words to speak in thine ear will make thee dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter. These good fellows will bring thee where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England: of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell. 30 Enter KING and LAERTES. King. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, And you must put me in your heart for friend, Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear, That he which hath your noble father slain Pursued my life. Laer. It well appears: [but tell me Why you proceeded not against these feats, So crimeful and so capital in nature, As by your safety, wisdom, all things else, You mainly were stirr'd up. King. O, for two special reasons, Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd, 10 And yet to me they are strong. The queen his mother 1 Means, i.e. means of access. |