QUEEN.

But not by him.

KING.

Let him demand his fill.

LAERTES.

How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
To hell, allegiance! To this point I stand,
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged
Most throughly for my father.

My will, not all the world:

And for my means, I'll husband them so well,

They shall

go far with little.

KING.

Good Laertes,

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.

LAERTES.

How now! what noise is that?

O rose of May!

Re-enter OPHELIA.

Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!

O heavens! is't possible a young maid's wits
Should be as mortal as an old man's life?

OPHELIA. (Sings.)

They bore him barefaced on the bier: Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny: And in his grave rain'd many a tear,Fare you well, my dove!

LAERTES.

Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, It could not move thus.

OPHELIA. (Sings.).

You must sing down a-down,
An you call him a-down-a.

O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter.

LAERTES.

This nothing's more than matter.

OPHELIA.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance: pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

LAERTES.

A document in madness; thoughts and remembrance fitted.

OPHELIA.

I meaning

There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue for you: and here's some for me: we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays: O, you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died: they say a' made a good end,

(Sings.) For bonnie sweet Robin is all my joy.