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kingly eyes; when I shall, first asking your pardon thereunto,
recount the occasion of my sudden and more strange return.

What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
Or is it some abuse, and no such thing? deeptina.

Laertes. Know you the hand ?

'Tis Hamlet's character. "Naked ! handwrit And in a postscript here, he says ' alone.'

Can you advise me?

Laertes. I'm lost in it, my lord. But let him come,
It warms the very sickness in my heart,
That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,
• Thus didest thou.'

If it be so, Laertes-
As how should it be so ? how otherwise ?
Will you be rul'd by me?

Ay, my lord;
So you will not o'errule me to a peace.

King. To thine own peace. If he be now return'd, 60
As checking at his voyage, and that he means a term in

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;
And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,
But even his mother shall uncharge the practice Brot acce
And call it accident.

- artifice to change

My lord, I will be ruld;
The rather, if you could devise it so
That I might be the organ. Wie strument

It falls right.
You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality accomplik zuen.
Wherein, they say, you shine; your sum of parts de su you sad
Did not together pluck such envy from him
As did that one, and that, in my regard,
Of the unworthiest siege.

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What part is that, my lord ?
King. A very riband in the cap of youth,
Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears
Than settled age his sables and his weeds,
Importing health and graveness. Two months since, 8c
Here was a gentleman of Normandy :-
I've seen myself, and serv'd against, the French,
And they can well on horseback; but this gallante
Had witchcraft in 't: he grew into his seat,

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?
King. A Norman.
Laertes. Upon my life, Lamond.

The very same.
Laertes. I know him well; he is the brooch indeed fee : The Croseth
And gem of all the nation.

- was more in the
King. He made confession of you, amend askeuwkeurecaut Ciel
And gave you such a masterly report report of goue wirtuely nons.
For art and exercise in your defence,
And for your rapier most especially,

That he cried out, 't would be a sight indeed, altas

If one could match you ; the scrimers of their nation, fuere,
He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
If you oppos’d them. Sir, this report of his
Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy
That he could nothing do but wish and beg
Your sudden coming o'er, to play with him.
Now, out of this,

What out of this, my lord?
King. Laertes, was your father dear to you?




Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
A face without a heart?

Why ask you this?
King. Not that I think you did not love your father ;
But that I know love is begun by time,
And that I see, in passages of proof, a gerilement P
Time qualifies the spark and fire of it. reduess The perfety of

There lives within the very flame of love
· A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it; Mucha afone.

And nothing is at a like goodness still,
For goodness, growing to a plurisy, plus, au exuens, plethora
Dies in his own too-much. That we would do,
We should do when we would ; for this would changes
And hath abatements and delays as many
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents : ef hannad iza revert, beard

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

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mere Laertes.

I will do 't;


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And, for that purpose, I 'll anoint my sword.
I bought an unction of a mountebank, a fellow that will to medicinae
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,

in the street.
Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare, paste, foutie
Collected from all simples that have virtue herh, needicines "Que

from death
Under the moon, can save the thing from death | The anay

ma cauteng Wear per fu. That is but scratch'd withal; I 'll touch my point

as the inprediar
With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly,
It may be death. The unction chat laun ento

King.. Let 's further think of this;
Weigh what convenience both of time and means
May fit us to our shape. If this should fail, the method that we

have shoped
And that our drift look through our bad performance,
’T were better not assay'd ; therefore this project instantina Aged
Should have a back or second, that might hold
If this should blast in proof. Soft !-let me see :-. burat
We 'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings, - lausa
I ha 't:

- respective shills
When in your motion you are hot and dry-
As make your bouts more violent to that end- u
And that he calls for drink, I 'll have prepar'd himn Pemima
A chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping, recancore winkel
If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck, thust 160 strreała
Our purpose may hold there.—

"he gives me the stuck"

7. A. Enter QUEEN.

How now, sweet queen)
Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow.— Your sister 's drown'd, Laertes.

Laertes. Drown'd! O, where?

Queen. There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, meh
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, tries tahes



But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them :
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke, sumale bracela
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her up;
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes,

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As one incapable of her own distress, cu seamable
Or like a creature native and indued bru gule element

slud arch the perfection for
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,

Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

Laertes. Alas, then, is she drown'd?
Queen. Drown'd, drown'd.

Laertes. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, Teis in very
And therefore I forbid my tears. But yet
It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
Let shame say what it will: when these are gone,
The woman will be out.-Adieu, my lord;
I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,
But that this folly douts it. Aves out it


Let 's follow, Gertrude; 190
How much I had to do to calm his rage !
Now fear I this will give it start again ;
Therefore let 's follow.


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