kingly eyes; when I shall, first asking your pardon thereunto, HAMLET.' Laertes. Know you the hand ? 'Tis Hamlet's character. "Naked ! handwrit And in a postscript here, he says ' alone.' 51 Laertes. I'm lost in it, my lord. But let him come, If it be so, Laertes- Ay, my lord; King. To thine own peace. If he be now return'd, 60 slag No more to undertake it, I will work him mueven strato che fore, pobere To an exploit now ripe in my device, ela frente ans Under the which he shall not choose but fall; - artifice to change My lord, I will be ruld; It falls right. gallant yoés for com ch Laertes. What part is that, my lord ? And to such wondrous doing brought his horse, inanfrade As he had been incorps'd and demi-natur’d With the brave beast. So far he topp'd my thought caution That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks, Come short of what he did. A Norman was 't? The very same. - was more in the That he cried out, 't would be a sight indeed, altas If one could match you ; the scrimers of their nation, fuere, What out of this, my lord? hat, 100 110 Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, Why ask you this? There lives within the very flame of love And nothing is at a like goodness still, 120 respectivele And then this should' is like a spendthrift sigh, the ola zutina wao That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o'the ulcer : that wrzeu Hamlet comes back; what would you undertake, lust a c omer To show yourself your father's son in deed a foluruh but it on More than in words? harnej hod. Laertes. To cut his throat i' the church. King. No place, indeed, should murther sanctuarize ; mundu onorem Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes, waveriemy jour Will you do this, keep close within your chamber. Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home : We'll put on those shall praise your excellence And set a double varnish on the fame The Frenchman gave you; bring you, in fine, together And wager on your heads. He, being remiss, Carelers Most generous and free from all contriving, Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease stan e u Or with a little shuffling, you may choose wheftiy A sword unbated, and in a pass of practice wilcueta hallen. Requite him for your father. Luas recientes r. Creachers.. "retrait and blaunt in mere Laertes. I will do 't; 130 And, for that purpose, I 'll anoint my sword. in the street. from death ma cauteng Wear per fu. That is but scratch'd withal; I 'll touch my point as the inprediar King.. Let 's further think of this; have shoped - respective shills "he gives me the stuck" 7. A. Enter QUEEN. How now, sweet queen) Laertes. Drown'd! O, where? Queen. There is a willow grows aslant a brook, chaste 170 But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them : ible tesetto Copache" slud arch the perfection for 182 Laertes. Alas, then, is she drown'd? Laertes. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, Teis in very [Exit. Let 's follow, Gertrude; 190 [Exeunt. i hant - "The thing that crice |