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with :

Laer. I thank you :- keep the door. O thou Oph. You must sing, Down-a-down, an you call vile king,

him a-down-a. O, how the wheel 9 becomes it ! It Give me my father.

is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter. Queen. Calmly, good Laertes.

Laer. This nothing's more than matter. Laer. That drop of blood, that's calm, proclaims Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance ; me bastard

pray you, love, remember ; and there is pansies, King.

What is the cause, Laertes, that's for thoughts. That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?

Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and Let him go, Gertrude ; do not fear our person; remembrance fitted. There's such divinity doth hedge a king,

Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines :That treason can but peep to what it would, there's rue for you ; and here's some for me :Acts little of his will. - Tell me, Laertes,

we may call it, herb of grace o' Sundays : — you Why thou art thus incens'd; — Let him go, Ger-may wear your rue with a difference.! – There's a trude;

daisy :-) would give you some violets; but they Speak, man.

withered all, when my father died: - They say, be Laer. Where is my father ?

made a good end, King.


For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy, —
But not by him.

[Sings King. Let him demand his fill. Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled she turns to favour, and to prettiness.

Laer. Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself, To hell, allegiance! To this point I stand, - Oph. And will he not come again? (Sings. That both the worlds I give to negligence,

And will he not come again ? Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd

No, no, he is dead,
Most thoroughly for my father.

Go to thy death-berd,
Who shall stay you ?

He never will come again.
Laer. My will ; not all the world's:

His beard was as white as snow,
And, for my means, I'll husband them so well,
They shall go far with little.

Au flaren was his poll:
Good Laertes.

He is gone, he is gone,
If you desire to know the certainty

And we cast away moan ;
Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge,

Gramercy on his soul!
That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, And of all Christian souls! Adieu.
Winner and loser ?

[Erit OPHELIA. Laer. None but his enemies.

Laer. Do you see this, O God?
Will you know them then ?

king. Laertes, I must commune with your grief, Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my Or you deny me right. Go but apart. arms;

Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,

And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me: Repast them with my blood.

If by direct or by collateral hand King.

Why, now you speak They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom gire, Like a good child and a true gentleman.

Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, That I am guiltless of your father's death,

To you in satisfaction ; but, if not, And am most sensibly in grief for it,

Be you content to lend your patience to us, It shall as level to your judgment 'pear,

And we shall jointly labour with your soul As day does to your eye.

To give it due content. Danes. [Within.] Let her come in.


Let this be so; Laer. How now! what noise is that?

His means of death, his obscure funeral, Enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with Straws No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his bones,

No noble rite, nor formal ostentation, and Flowers.

Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,

That I must call't in question. Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!


So you shall, By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weight, and where the offence is, let the great axe fall. Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May !

I pray you, go with me.

(Exeunt. Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia ! O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits

SCENE VI. - Another Room in the same.
Should be as mortal as an old man's life?
Nature is fine 8 in love: and, where 'tis fine,

Enter HORATIO, and a Servant.
It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves.

Hor. What are they, that would speak with me?

Sailors, sir; Oph. They bore him barefac'd on the bier ;

They say, they have letters for you.
Hey no nonny, nonny hey nonny :


Let them come in :And in his grave rain's many a tear ;

[Erit Servant. Fare you well, my dove !

I do not know from what part of the world Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet. revenge,

9 The burthen. It could not move thus.

Tie. By its Sunday name, “herb of grace," mine is 8 Artful.

merely rue, e. sorrow.

Enter Sailors.

That we are made of stuff so flat and dull,

That we can let our beard be shook with danger, I Sail. God bless you, sir.

And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear inore : Hor. Let him bless thee too. 1 Sail. He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine, –

I loved your father, and we love ourself;
letter for you, sir; it comes from the ambassador How now? what news?
that was bound for England ; if your name be Ho-
ratio, as I am let to know it is.

Enler a Messenger.

Letters, my lord, from Hamlet : Hor. [Reads.] Horatio, when thou shall have This to your majesty ; this to the queen. overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the

King. From Hamlet? who brought them ? king; they have letters for him. Ere we were two Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw them days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment

not ; gave us chase : finding ourselves too slow of sail, we They were given me by Claudio, he receiv'd them put on compelled valour ; and in the grapple, I boarded or him that brought them. them: on the instant they got clear of our ship; so I


Laertes, you shall hear them : alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with Leave us.

[Exit Messenger. me like thieves of mercy; but they knew what they did ; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king

[Reads.] High and mighly, you shall know, I am have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me

set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow, shall I beg with as much haste as thou wouldst fly death. I have leave to see your kingly eyes ; when I shall, first askwords to speak in thine ear will make thee dumb ; yet ing your pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my

Hamlet. are they much too light for the bore of the matter.

sudden and more strange return. These good fellows will bring thee where I am. Ro- | What should this mean! Are all the rest come sencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for

back? England ; of them I have much to tell thee. Fare. Or is it some abuse, and no such thing ? well.

He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet. Laer. Know you the hand ? Come, I will give you way for these your letters;

king. 'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked, — And do't the speedier, that you may direct me

And, in a postscript here, he says, alone :

Can To him from whom you brought them. [Ereunt.

you advise me? Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him

come ; SCENE VII. - Another Room in the same.

It warms the very sickness in my heart,
Enter King and LAERTES,

That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,

Thus diddest thou. King. Now must your conscience my acquittance king.

If it be so, Laertes,

As how should it be so ? how otherwise ? -
And you must put me in your heart for friend; Will you be ruld by me?
Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,


Ay, my lord; That he, which hath your noble father slain, So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace. l’ursu'd my life.

King. To thine own peace. If he be now reLaer. It well appears : But tell me,

turn'd, Why you proceeded not against these feats, As checking 4 at his voyage, and that he means So crimeful and so capital in nature,

No more to undertake it, I will work him As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things else, To an exploit, now ripe in my device, You mainly were stirr'd up.

Under the which he shall not choose but fall : King.

O, for two special reasons : And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe ; Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd, But even his mother shall uncharge the practice, But yet to me they are strong. Th queen his And call it, accident. mother,


My lord, I will be ruld; Lives almost by his looks; and for myself, The rather, if you could advise it so, (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,) That I might be the organ. She is so conjunctive to my life and soul,


It falls right. That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, You have been talk'd of since your travel much, I could not but by her. The other motive, And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality Why to a public count I might not go

Wherein, they say, you shine: your sum of parts Is, the great love the general gender ? bear liim; Did not together pluck such envy from him, Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, As did that one ; and that, in my regard, Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone, Of the unworthiest siege. 5 Convert his gyves 3 to graces ; so that my arrows, Laer.

What part is that, my lord ? Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind,

King. A very riband in the cap of youth, Would have reverted to my bow again,

Yet needful too ; for youth no less becomes And not where I had aim'd them.

The light and careless livery that it wears, Laer. And so havel anoble father lost;

Than settled age his sables, and his weeds, A sister driven into desperate terms;

Importing health and graveness.

- Two months Whose worth, if praises may go back again,

since, Stood challenger on mount of all the age

Here was a gentleman of Normandy,
For her perfections : But my revenge will come. I have seen myself, and serv'd against, the French,
King. Break not your sleeps for that: you must And they can well on horseback: but this gallant
not think,

Ilad witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat;
* Common people.
3 Chains.

* Objecting to 5 Scat, place.

see :

And to such wond'rous doing brought his horse, Laer,

I will do't :
As he had been incorps'd and demi-natur'd And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my sword.
With the brave beast : so far he topp'd my thought, I bought an unction of a mountebank,
That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,

So mortal, that but dip a knife in it,
Come short of what he did.

Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare, Laer.

A Norman, was't ? Collected from all simples that have virtue king. A Norman.

Under the moon, can save the thing from death, Laer. Upon my life, Lamord.

That is but scratch'd withal : I'll touch my point King.

The very same. With this contagion; that, if I gall him slightly, Laer. I know him well: he is the brooch indeed, It may be death. And gem of all the nation.

King. Let's further think of this; King. He made confession of you ;

Weigh, what convenience, both of time and means And gave you such a masterly report,

May fit us to our shape : if this should fail, For art and exercise in your defence,

And that our drift look through our bad performAnd for your rapier most especial,

ance, That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed, 'Twere better not essay'd, therefore this project If one could match you: the scrimers 7 of their Should have a back, or second, that might hold, nation,

If this should blast in proof. Soft ; — let me He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, If you oppos'd them: Sir, this report of his We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings?, Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy,

I ha't: That he could nothing do, but wish and beg When in your motion you are hot and dry, Your sudden coming o'er, to play with you. (As make your bouts more violent to that end), Now, out of this,

And that he calls for drink, I'll have preferr'd him Lear.

What out of this, my lord? | A chalice for the nonces; whereon but sipping, K’ing. Laertes, was your father dear to you? If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck , Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,

Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what noise ? A face without a heart? Laer, Why ask you this?

Enter Queen. King. Not that I think, you did not love your How now, sweet queen? father;

Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, But that I know, love is begun by time;

So fast they follow :-Your sister's drown'd, Laeries. And that I see, in passages of proof 8,

Laer. Drown'd! 0, where ? Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.

Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the There lives within the very flame of love

brook, A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it; That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; And nothing is at a like goodness still;

There with fantastick garlands did she make For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,

Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, Dies in his own too-much: That we would do, And on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds We should do when we would; for this would Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; changes,

When down her weedy trophies, and herself, And hath abatements and delays as many,

Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;

wide ; And then this should is like a spendthrift sigh, And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up : That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o' the ulcer: Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; Hamlet comes back; What would you undertake, As one incapable 5 of her own distress, To show yourself in deed your father's son

Or like a creature native and indu'd More than in words?

Unto that element: but long it could not be, Laer.

To cut his throat i' the church. Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, King. No place, indeed, should murder sanctua- Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay rize;

To muddy death. Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laer.

Alas, then, she is drown'd? Laertes,

Queen. Drown'd, drown'd. Will you do this, keep close within your chamber? Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Opbelia, Hamlet, return'd, shall know you are come home : And therefore I forbid my tears : But yet We'll put on those shall praise your excellence, It is our trick; nature her custom holds, And set a double varnish on the fame

Let shame say what it will : when these are gone, The Frenchinan gave you; bring you, in fine, to- The woman will be out.

Adieu, my lord ! gether,

I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, And wager o'er your heads : he, being remiss,

But that this folly drowns it.

(Erit. Most generous, and free from all contriving,


Let's follow, Gertrude : Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease, How much I had to do to calm his rage! Or with a little shuffling, you may choose

Now fear I, this will give it start again ; A sword unbated 9, and, in a pass of practice, Therefore, let's follow.

[Erenent Requite him for your father.

1 As fire-arms sometimes burst in proving their strength. 6 Ornament. 7 Fencers.

3 A cup for the

purpose. 6 Daily experience. 9 Not blunted as foils are.

4 Thrust.

5 Insensible.



SCENE I. A Church Yard.

your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating : Enter two Clowns, with Spades, fc.

and, when you are asked this question next, say, a

grave-maker; the houses that he makes, last till 1 Clo. Is she to be buried in Christian burial, doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan and fetch me that wilfully seeks her own salvation ?

a stoup of liquor.

[Erit 2 Clown. 2 Clo. I tell thee, she is; therefore make her grave straight 6: the crowner hath set on her, and

i Clown digs, and sings. finds it Christian burial. 1 Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned her.

In youth, when I did love, did love 9, self in her own defence ?

Methought, it was very sueet, 2 Clo. Why, 'tis found so.

To contract, 0, the time, for, ah, my behove 1 Clo. It must be se offendendo ; it cannot be else.

0, methought, there was nothing meet. For here lies the point: If I drown myself wit- Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business? tingly, it argues an act: and an act hath three he sings at grave-making. branches ; it is, to act, to do, and to perform: Argal, Hor. Custom hath made it in him a property of she drowned herself wittingly.

easiness. 2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver. Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employ

1 Clo. Give me leave. Here lies the water ; good: ment hath the daintier sense. here stands the man ; good: If the man go to this water, and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he

i Clo. But age, with his stealing steps, goes ; mark you that: but if the water come to him,

Hath claw'd me in his clutch, and drown him, he drowns not himself: Argal, he,

And hath shipped me into the land, that is not guilty of his own death, shortens not his

As if I had never been such. own life.

[Throws up a Skull. 2 Clo. But is this law ?

Ham. That skull had a tongue in it, and could 1 Clo. Ay, marry is't; crowner's quest law. sing once : How the knave jowls it to the ground,

2 Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murbeen a gentlewoman, she should have been buried der! This might be the pate of a politician, which out of Christian burial.

this ass now o'er-reaches ; one that would circumvent 1 Clo. Why, there thou say'st : And the more

any body, might it not? pity; that great folks shall have countenance in this

Hor. It might, my lord. world to drown or hang themselves, more than their Ham. Or of a courtier; which could say, Good even 7 Christian. Come, my spade. There is no morrow, sweet lord' How dost thou, good lord ? ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and This might be my lord Such-a-one, that praised my grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession. lord Such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it; 2 Clo. Was he a gentleman ?

might it not? 1 Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms.

Hor. Ay, my lord. 2 Clo. Why, he had none.

Ham. Why, e'en so : and now my lady Worm's; I Clo. What, art a heathen? How dost thou un chapless, and knocked about the mazzard with a sexderstand the Scripture? The Scripture says, Adam ton's spade : Here's fine revolution, an we had the digged: Could he dig without arms? I'll put trick to see't. Did these bones cost no more the another question to thee: if thou answerest me not breeding, but to play at loggats' with them ? mine to the purpose, confess thyself

ache to think on't. 2 Clo. Go to. 1 Clo. What is he, that builds stronger than either

i Clo. A pick-are, and a spade, a spade, (Sings.

For the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter ?

- and a shrouding sheet : 2 Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame out

0, a pit of clay for to be made lives a thousand tenants,

For such a guest is meet. I Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith; the

(Throws up a Skull. gallows does well : but how does it well ? it does

Ham. There's another : Why may not that be well to those that do ill : now thou dost ill, to say, the skull of a lawyer ? Where be his quiddits ? now, the gallows is built stronger than the church; liis quillets , his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? argal, the gallows may do well to thee. To't again; why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock

him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will 2 Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a ship- not tell him of his action of battery? Humph! wright, or a carpenter ?

This fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land, I Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke. 8

with his statutes, his recognizances, his fines, his 2 Clo. Marry, now I can tell.

double vouchers, his recoveries: Is this the fine of I Clo. To't.

his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have 2 Clo. Mass, I cannot tell.

his fine pate full of fine dirt ? will his vouchers vouch Enter HAMLET and Iloratio, at a distance.

9 The song entire is printed in Percy's Reliques of ancient 1 ('lo. Cudyel thy brains no more about it; for English Poetry, vol. i. : it was written by Lord Vaux.

An arcient game played as quoits are at present 6 Immediately,

i Fellow.
* Give over
3 Subtiltics

3 Frivolous distinctiolis.


him no more of his purchases, and double ones too, | Here's a skull now hath lain you i' the earth threethan the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? and twenty years. The very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in Ham. Whose was it? this box ; and must the inheritor himself have no 1 Clo. A mad fellow's it was; Whose do you more? ha?

think it was ? Hor. Not a jot more, my lord.

Ham. Nay, I know not. Ham. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins ? 1 Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! he Hor. Ay, my lord, and of calves' skins too. poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. 'Tuis

Ham. They are sheep, and calves, which seek same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. out assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow :- Ham. This?

[Takes the sáza. Whose grave's this, sirrah?

1 Clo. E'en that. I Clo. Mine, sir.

Ham. Alas! poor Yorick!-I knew him, Horatio;

a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: te 0, a pil of clay for to be made [Sings. hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and For such a guest is meet.

now how abhorred in my imagination it is! my

gorge Ham. I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes

rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have in't.

now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of 1 Clo. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is mine. Ham. Thou dost lie in't, to be in't, and say it is chap-fallen?' Now get you to my lady's chamber,

not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite thine : 'tis for the dead, not for the quick; there and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this fafore thou liest.

vour 6 she must come : make her laugh at that. i Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, sir ; 'twill away again from Pr’ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. me to you.

Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. What man dost thou dig it for?

Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o' this 1 Clo. For no man, sir.

fashion i' the earth ? Ham. What woman then ?

Hor. E'en so. 1 Clo. For none neither.

Ham. And smelt so ? pah! Ham. Who is to be buried in't ?

[Throws down the Skul. i Clo. One, that was a woman, sir; but, rest her Hor. E'en so, my lord. soul, she's dead.

Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Ham. How absolute the knave is! we must speak why may not imagination trace the noble dust of by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By Alexander, till he find it stopping a bunghole? the lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken

Hor. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consinote of it; the age is grown so picked 5, that the toe der so. of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier,

Ham. No, faith, not a jot: but to follow him he galls his kibe. How long hast thou been a

thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lesd grave-maker ?

it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, 1 Clo. Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that Alexander returneth to dust; the dust is earth ; of day that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras. earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereHam. How long's that since ?

to he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel? I Clo. Cannot you tell that ? every fool can tell

Imperious 7 Cæsar, dead, and turn’d to clay, that: It was that very day that young Hamlet was

Might stop a hole to keep the wind away: born: he that is mad, and sent into England. o, that the earth, which kept the world in awe,

Ham. Ay, marry, why was he sent into England ? 1 Clo. Why, because he was mad: he shall re- But soft! but soft! aside:– Here comes the king.

Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw! 8 cover his wits there ; or, if he do not, 'tis no great matter there.

Enter Priests, fc. in Procession ; the Corpe e Ham. Why?

OPHELIA, LAERTES, and Mourners following: 1 Clo. 'Twill not be seen in him there; there the King, QUEEN, their Trains, &c. men are as mad as he.

The queen, the courtiers : Who is this they follow? Ham. How came he mad?

And with such maimed rites! This doth betoken, I Clo. Very strangely, they say. Ham. How strangely?

The corse, they follow, did with desperate hand

Fordo 9 its own life. 'Twas of some estate: 1 Clo. 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits.

Couch we a while, and mark. Ham. Upon what ground ?

[Retiring with Horatio. 1 Clo. Why, here in Denmark; I have been sex

Laer. What ceremony else? ton here, man, and boy, thirty years.


That is Laertes, Ham. How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot?

A very noble youth: Mark. I Clo. If he be not rotten before he die, (as we

Laer. What ceremony else?

1 Priest. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg d have many now-a-days, that will scarce hold the laying in,) he will last you some eight year or nine As we have warranty: Her death was doubtful;

And, but that great command o'ersways the order, year : a tanner will last you nine year.

She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd Ham. Why he more than another? 1 Clo. Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his Shards ', flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on

Till the last trumpet ; for charitable prayers, trade, that he will keep out water a great while ;

her, - and water is a sore decayer of your dead body.

6 Countenance, complexion. 7 Imperial
4 by the compass.
5 Spruce, affected.

9' Undo, destroy. | Broken pots or tiles.


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