Be but to fleep and feed? a beast, no more. To ruft in us unus'd. Now whether it be Of thinking too precisely on th' event, (A thought which quarter'd hath but one part wisdom, Sith I have caufe, and will, and ftrength, and means To do't. Examples grofs as earth exhort me; To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, When honour's at the ftake. How ftand I then, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a spot SCENE SCENE V. A Palace. Enter Queen, Horatio, and a Gentleman. Queen. I Will not speak with her. Gent. She is importunate, Indeed distract; her mood will needs be pitied. Gent. She speaks much of her father; says she hears The hearers to collection; they aim at it, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts, Hor. 'Twere good the were spoken with, for fhe may ftrow Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. Let her come in--- Queen. To my fick foul, as fin's true nature is, Each toy feems prologue to fome great amifs, So full of artless jealousie is guilt, It spills it self in fearing to be spilt. Enter Ophelia distracted. Oph. Where is the beauteous majefty of Denmark? Queen. How now, Ophelia? Oph. How Should I your true love know from another one? By his cockle hat and staff, and his fandal fhoon. [Singing. Queen. Alas, fweet lady; what imports this fong? He's dead and gone, lady, he is dead and gone, Enter King. Queen. Nay, but Ophelia.- Oph. Pray you mark. White his browd as the mountain fnow. Queen. Alas, look here, my lord. Oph. Larded with Sweet flowers: Which bewept to the grave did go, King. How do ye, pretty lady? They say the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table. King. Conceit upon her father. Oph. Pray let us have no words of this; but when they ask you what it means, fay you this: To-morrow is St. Valentine's day, all in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, to be your Valentine. Then up he rose, and don'd his cloaths, and dupt the chamber-door ; Let in a maid, that out a maid never departed more. King. Pretty Ophelia ! Oph. Indeed? without an oath, I'll make an end on't. By Gis, and by S. Charity; Alack, and fie for shame, Young men will do't, if they come tot, By cock they are to blame Quoth She, before you tumbled me, You promis'd me to wed: So So would I ha' done, by yonder fun, And thou hadst not come to my bed. King. How long hath fhe been thus ? Oph. 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 shall know of it, and fo I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach; good-night, ladies; good-night, fweet ladies; good-night, good-night. [Exit. King. Follow her close, give her good watch, I pray you; This is the poison of deep grief, it springs All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude! Divided from her felf, and her fair judgment, [A Noife within. SCENE SCENE VI. Enter a Meffenger. King. Where are my Switzers? let them guard the door. What is the matter? Mef. Save your felf, my lord. The ocean over-peering of his list Eats not the flats with more impetuous hafte, O'er-bears your officers; the rabble call him lord, Queen. How chearfully on the false trail they cry, 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. Queen. Calmly, good Laertes. Laer. That drop of blood that's calm, proclaims me bastard, Crys cuckold to my father, brands the harlot Even here between the chafte and unfmich'd brow Of my true mother. |