That else leans on th' affair: Pray you, make haste. [Exeunt Ros. and GUIL. And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught, The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; SCENE IV.-A plain in Denmark. Enter FORTINBRAS, and Forces, marching. For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king; Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous. If that his majesty would aught with us, We shall express our duty in his eye, And let him know so. Cap. I will do't, my lord. For. Go softly on. [Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Forces. Enter HAMLET, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, &c. * To set the king's process coldly, is to value or rate it low. 2 in his presence. Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras. Or for some frontier? Cap. Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition, Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it. Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand Will not debate the question of this straw: [ducats, This is th' imposthume of much wealth and peace ; That inward breaks, and shows no cause without Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir, Cap. God be wi' you, sir. Ros. [Exit Captain. Will't please you go, my lord? Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a little before. [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. How all occasions do inform against me, 6 A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom, And, ever, three parts coward, -I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do; Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means, To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me: larger, more costly. 3 suffice to debate. 4 canker. 5 the return had for his time. 6 such latitude of comprehension. Witness, this army of such mass, and charge, SCENE V. - Elsinore. A room in the castle. Enter Queen and HORATIO. Queen.I will not speak with her. Her mood will needs be pitied. Queen. What would she have? Hor. She speaks much of her father; says, she hears, There's tricks i'th'world; and hems, and beats her heart; Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt, The hearers to collection; they aim at it, 'continent, that which comprehends or encloses. 2 And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts ; Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield them, Indeed would make one think, there might be thought, Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Queen. 'Twere good, she were spoken with; for she may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds: Let her come in. [Exit HORATIO. To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss : 1 So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA. Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? Queen. How now, Ophelia? Oph. How should I your true love know From another one? By his cockle hat and staff, [Singing. Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? Oph. Say you? nay, pray you, mark. Oph. Larded all with sweet flowers; King. How do you, pretty lady? Oph. Well, God 'ield you! 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, say you this: Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day, King. Pretty Ophelia! Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an end on't. King. How long hath she been thus? Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be patient; but I cannot choose but weep, to think, they should lay him i'th'cold ground: My brother shall know of it, and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies: good night, good night. [Exit. King. Follow her close; give her good watch, I [Exit HORATIO. pray you. O! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs When sorrows come, they come not single spies, greenly,' In hugger-mugger to inter him: Poor Ophelia unskilfully. |