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songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come; make her laugh at that.—Pr’ythee, Horatio, tell me one things
Hor. What's that, my lord ?
Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o’this fashion ;' the earth?
Hor. E'en so.
[Throws down the skull. Hor. E’en so, my lord.
Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horaʻio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole ?
Hor. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so?
Ham. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returned to dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam: And why of that loam, whereto, he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel ?
Imperious Cæsar, dead, and turn'd to clay,
Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!
Enter Priests, fc., in procession ; the corpse of OPHELIA, LAERTES,
and Mourners following : King, QUEEN, their Trains, fc.
[Retiring with HORATIO Laer. What ceremony else? Ham.
That is Laertes. A very noble youth: Mark.
Laer. What ceremony else?
i Priest. Her obsequies have been so far enlarg’d
Laer. Must there no more be done?
No more be done!
We should profane the service of the dead
Lay her i' the earth,-
Ham. What, the fair Ophelia !
O, treble woe Fall ten times treble on that cursed head, Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense Depriv'd thee of !-Hold off the earth awhile, Till I have caught her once more in mine arms;
[Leaps into the grave
Ham. [Advancing.] What is he, whose grief
[Leaps into the grave Laer.
The devil take thy soul ! (Grappling with him.
King. Pluck them asunder.
Good my lord, be quiet.
Queen. O my son! what theme?
Ham. I loved Ophelia ; forty thousand brothers
up my sum.- -Wliat wilt thou do for her ?
I'll do't.--Dost thou come here to whine ?
This is mere madness,
Hear you, sir;
[Exit. King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.
[ Exit HORATIO. Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech; [TO LAERTES. We'll put the matter to the present push.Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.This grave shall have a living monument: An hour of quiet shortly shall we see ; Till then, in patience our proceeding be.
[Exeunt Hamlet has learned the intentions of the King, in sending him to England, and while consulting with Horatio how to act, a messenger comes from Claudius inviting the Prince to a “trial of skill” in fencing, with Laertes ; Hamlet accepts the challenge, and the scene changes to a Hall in the Palace where the court are assembled to witness the
SCENE the last.-A Hall in the Castle. Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, KING, QUEEN, LAERTES, Lords, Osric,
and Attendants with foils, fc. King. Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.
[The King puts the hand of LAERTES into that of HAMLET.
I am satisfied in nature,
I embrace it freely ;
Come, one for me.
You mock me, sir.
King. Give them the foils, young Osric.-Cousin Hamlet,
Very well, my lord ;
King. I do not fear it: I have seen you both :-
Laer. This is too heavy, let me see another.
[They prepare to play Osr. Ay, my good lord.
King. Set me the stoups of wine upon that table :-..
Ham. Come on, sir,
[They play. Ham. Laer.
[Trumpets sound; and cannon shot off within Ham. I'll play this bout first, set it by awhile. Come.—Another hit; What say you ?
[ They play. Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess. King. Our son shall win. Queen. The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet. Ham. Good madam, King.
Gertrude, do not drink.
Queen. I will, my lord ;-I pray you, pardon me.
I'll hit him now;
(They play. (LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then, in scuffling, they
change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES. King.
Part them, they are incens'd. Ham. Nay, come again.
(The QUEEN falls. Osr.
Look to the queen there, ho! Hor. They bleed on both sides :—How is it, my lord ? Osr. How is't, Laertes ?
Laer. Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Osric;
Ham. How does the queen ?
She swoons to see them bleed.
[Dies. Ham. O villany !-Ho! let the door be lock’d: Treachery! seek it out.
(LAERTES falls. Laer. It is here, Hamlet : Hamlet, thou art slain ; No medicine in the world can do thee good ; In thee there is not half an hour's life; The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, Unbated, and envenom’d: the foul practice ; Hath turn'd itself on me; 1C, here I lie, Never to rise again : Thy mother's poison'd; I can no more; the king, the king's to blame.
Ham. The point
He is justly serv'd ;
-Horatio, I am dead;
Never believe it;