By Gis, and by S. Charity; Young men will do't, if they come to't, So would I ba' done, by yonder fun, King. How long hath the been thus? Opb. I hope all will be well. We must be patient, but I cannot chufe but weep, to think they should lay him i'th' cold ground; my brother fhall know of it, and fo I thank you for your good counfel. Come, my coach; goodnight, Ladies; good-night, fweet Ladies; good-night, good-night. [Exit. King. Follow her clofe, give her good watch, I pray you; This is the poifon of deep grief, it fprings All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude! Divided from her felf, and her fair judgment, (Without the which we're pictures, or mere beafts:) ; A Noife within. What is the matter? D Mef. Save your felf, my Lord. Eats not the flats with more impetuous hafte, Caps, hands, and fhouts, applaud it to the clouds, Queen. How chearfully on the falfe trail they ery! Enter Laertes. King. The doors are broke. {Noife within, Laer. Where is the King? Sirs! ftand you all without. All. No, let's come in." Laer. I pray you give me leave.' All. We will, we will. Laer. I thank you; keep the door. O thou vile King, give me my father. Laer. That drop of blood that's calm, proclaims me bafCrys cuckold to my father, brands the harlot Even here between the chafte and unfmirch'd brow King What is the caufe, Laertès, That thy rebellion looks fo giant-like? Why are you thus incens'd? Let him go, Gertrude. Laer. Where is my father? King. Dead. Queen. But not by him. King. Let him demand his fill. [tard, Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with. To hell, allegiance! vows, to the black devil! Confcience Confcience and grace, to the profoundest pit! King. Who fhall stay you? Laer. My will, not all the world's. If King. Good Laertes, you defire to know the certainty. Of dear father's death, in your revenge your (That fweep-ftake) will you draw both friend and foe, Winner and lofer ? Laer. None but his enemies. King. Will you know them then? Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms, And like the kind life-rend'ring pelican, Repaft them with my blood. King. Why, now you speak Like a good child, and a true gentleman. It fhall as level to your judgment pierce, As day does to your eye. [A Noife within, Let her come in Laer. How now? what noife is that? SCENE VII. Enter Ophelia fantastically dreft with ftraws and flowers. O heav'ns, is't poffible a young maid's wits Oph. They bore bim bare-fac'd on the bier, sere? And on his grave rains many a tear; Fare you well, my dove! Laer. Hadft thou thy wits, and didft perfwade revenge, It could not move thus. Opb. You must fing, down a-down, and you call him a-down-a. O how the wheel becomes it! it is the falle fteward that ftole his master's daughter. Lacr. This nothing's more than matter. Opb. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there's pancies, that's for thoughts. Laer. A document in madnefs, thoughts and remembrance fitted. Opb. There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you, and here's fome for me. We may call it herb of grace o' Sundays: you may wear your rue with a difference. There's a dafie; I would give you fome violets, but they withered all when my father dy'd; they fay, he made a good end; For bonny fweet Robin is all my joy. Laer. Thought, and affliction, paffion, hell it felf, She turns to favour, and to prettiness. Oph. And will be not come again? And will be not come again? No, no, be is dead, go to thy death-bed, and He never will come again. His beard as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll: He is gone, be is gone, and we caft away moan, Gramercy on bis foul! And of all chriftian fouls! God b'w'ye. Laer. Do you fee this, you Gods? [Exit Ophelia, King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief, Or you deny me right; go but a-part, Make choice of whom your wifeft friends you will, They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give, To you in fatisfaction. But if not, Be you content to lend your patience to us, Laer. Let this be fo. His means of death, his obfcure funeral, Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heav'n to earth King. So you fhall: And where th' offence is, let the great ax fall. SCENE VIII. Enter Horatio, with an Attendant. Hor. What are they that would fpeak with me? [Exeunt Ser. Sailors, Sir; they fay they have letters for you. Hor. Let them come in. I do not know from what part of the world I fhould be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet, [Exit Sen. Sail. He fhall, Sir, an't pleafe him. There's a letter for you, Sir: It comes from th' Ambaffador that was bound for England, if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is. Horatio reads the letter. Horatio, when thou shalt have over-look'd this, give thefe fellows fome means to the King: they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old at fea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chace. Finding our felves too flow of fail, we put on a compelled valour, and in the grapple I boarded them on the inftant they got clear of our foip, fo I alone became their prifoner. They bave 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 bave the letters I have fent, and repair thou to me with as much bafte as thou wouldest Ay death. I bave words to speak in thine ear, will make thee dumb, yet are they much too light for the matter. These good fellows |