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Anon as patient as the female dove,
When that her golden cuplets are disclos'd,
His filence will fit drooping.

Ham. Hear you Sir --
What is the reason that you use me thus ?
you ever;

but it is no matter
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

[Exit. King. I pray you good Horatio, wait upon him. 1 Exit Hor. 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.




Enter Hamlet and Horatio.

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. o much for this, now shall you see the other.

You do remember all the circumstance.
Hor. Remember it, my lord:

Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting,
That would not let me sleep; methought I lay
Worse than the mutineers in bilboes; rashness
(And prais’d be rashness for it) lets us know
Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well,
When our deep plots do fail ; and that should teach us,
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.

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Hor. That is most certain.

Ham. Up from my cabin,
My sea-gown scarft about me, in the dark
Grop'd I to find out them; had my desire,
Finger'd their packet, and in fine withdrew
To mine owo room again, making so bold
(My fears forgetting manners) to unseal
Their grand commission, where I found, Horatio,
A royal knavery; an exact command,
Larded with many several sorts of reasons,
Importing Denmark's health, and England's too,
(With ho! such buggs and goblings in my life;)
That on the supervize, no leisure bated,
No not to stay the grinding of the ax,
My head should be struck off.

Hor. Is’t possible?

Ham. Here's the commission, read it at more leisure; But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed?

Hor. I beseech you.

Ham. Being thus benetted round with villains,
Ere I could make a prologue to my braias,
They had begun the play. I sate me down,
Devis’d a new commission, 'wrote it fair:
(I once did hold it as our statists do,
A baseness to write fair; and labour'd much
How to forget that learning; but, Sir, now
It did me yeoman's service;) wilt thou know
Th'effect of what I wrote?

Hor. Ay, good my lord.

Ham. An earnest conjuration from the King,
As England was his faithful tributary,
As love between them like the palm might flourish,
As peace should still her wheaten garland wear,



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And stand a comma 'tween their amities,
And many such like As's of great charge;
That on the view and knowing these contents;
Without debatement further, more or less,
He should the bearers put to sudden death,
No shriving time allow'd.

Hor. How was this seal'd?

Ham. Why ev'n in that was heaven ordinate;
I had my father's signet in my purse,
Which was the model of that Danish feal:
I folded the writ up in form of th’ other,
Subscrib'd it, gave th’ impression, plac'd it safely,
The change was never known: now, the next day
Was our sea-fight, and what to this was sequeat,
Thou know'st already.

Hor. So, Guildenstern and Rosincrosse go to’t.

Ham. They are not near my conscience; their defeat
Doth by their own insinuation grow:
'Tis dangerous when baser nature comes
Between the pass, and fell incensed points
Of mighty opposites.

Hor. Why, what a King is this ?

Ham. Does it not, think'st thou, stand me now upon ?
He that hath kill'd my King, and whor'd my mother,
Popt in between th’ election and my hopes,
Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
And with such cozenage; is’t not perfect conscience,
To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn’d,
To let this canker of our nature come
In further evil:

Hor. It must be shorely known to him from England;
What is the issue of the business there.

Ham. It will be short.

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The Interim's mine, and a man's life's no more
Than to say, one.
But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
That to Laertes I forgot my self;
For by the image of my cause I see
The pourtraiture of his; I'll court his favours:
But sure the bravery of his grief did put me
Into a towring passion.
Hor. Peace, who comes here:


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Enter Ofrick.
Ofr. Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.
Ham. I humbly thank you, Sir. Doft know this water-fly?
Hor. No, my good lord.

Ham. Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to know him: he hath much land, and fertile; let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the King's messe; 'tis a chough; but as I say, spacious in the poflession of dirt.

Ofr. Sweet lord, if your · lordship were at leisure, I should impart a thing to you from his majesty.

Ham. I will receive it with all diligence of spirit ; put your bonnet to his right use, 'tis for the head.

Ofr. I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot.
Ham. No, believe me, 'tis very cold, the wind is northerly.
Ofr. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.
Ham. Methinks it is very sultry, and hot for my complexion.

Ofr. Exceedingly, my lord, it is very sultry, as 'twere, I cannot tell how:--My lord, his majesty bid me signifie to you, that he has laid a great wager on your head: Sir, this is the matter

Ham. I beseech you remember

Ofr. Nay in good faith, for mine ease in good faith : Sir, you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at his weapon.

Ham. a frendship.

Ham. What's his weapon?
Ofr. Rapier and dagger.
Ham. That's two of his weapons; but well.

Osr. The King, Sir, has wag‘d with him sıx Barbary horses, against the which he impon’d, as I take it, fix French rapiers and poniards, with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, or so: three of the carriages in faith are very dear to fancy, very responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, and of very liberal conceit.

Ham. What call you the carriages ?
Ofr. The carriages, Sir, are the hangers.

Ham. The phrase would be more germane to the matter, if we could carry cannon by our fides; I would it might be hangers 'till then. But on; six Barbary horses, against six French swords, their assigns, and three liberal-conceited carriages, that's the French bett against the Danish; why is this impon’d, as you call it ?

Ofr. The King, Sir, hath laid, that in a dozen passes between you and him, he shall not exceed you three hits; be hath laid on twelve for nine, and it would come to immediate tryal, if your lordship would vouchsafe the answer.

Ham. How if I anfwer no?
Ofr. I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in tryal.

Ham. Sir, I will walk here in the hall; if it please his majesty, 'tis the breathing time of day with me ; let the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the King hold his purpose; I will win for bim if I can: if not, I'll gain nothing but my shame, and the odd hits. Ofr. Shall I deliver


so? Ham. To this effect, Sir, after what flourish your nature will. Ofr. I commend my duty to your lordship.

[Exit Ham. Yours, yours; he does well to commend it himself, there are no tongues else for's turn.

Hor. This lapwing runs away with the shell on his bead.

Ham. He did fo with his dug before he fuck'd it: thus has he (and many more of the fame breed that I know the drofly age


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