FHoward

Hamlet No & London Published Sept 1, 1897 for

Cadell Strand

VII.

The play.

"HAM. He poisons him i' the garden for his estate. His name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and written in very choice Italian. You shall see anon, how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife.

OPH. The king rises.

HAM. What! frighted with false fire!

QUEEN. How fares my lord?

POL. Give o'er the play.

KING. Give me some light :-Away!"

ACT III. S. 2.

VIII.

QUEEN, HAMLET, GHOST.

"HAM. Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,

You heavenly guards !—What would your gracious figure? QUEEN. Alas! he's mad.

HAM. Do you not come your tardy son to chide,

That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by

The important acting of your dread command?
O say!

QUEEN. Alas! how is 't with you,

That

you do bend your eye on vacancy, And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?"

ACT III. S. 4.

IX.

OPHELIA mad.

"LAERT. O heat, dry up my brains! tears, seven times salt,

Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!

By heaven! thy madness shall be paid with weight,
Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia !

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

OPH. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for . There's rue for you; and here's some

thoughts.

for me."

ACT IV. S. 5.

X.

Death of OPHELIA.

"QUEEN. Your sister's drown'd, Laertes.

There is a willow grows ascant the brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream:

There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies, and herself,
Fell in the weeping brook."

ACT IV. S. 7.