pray you? Cap. Against some part of Poland. Commands them, sir? Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras. Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, Or for some frontier? Who Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, means, To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me: Queen. -I will not speak with her. There's tricks i'the world; and hems, and beats Cap Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition, them, Indeed would make one think, there might be Will not debate the question of this straw: Ham. Why, then the Polack3 never will defend it. Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. That inward breaks, and shows no cause without To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be And, ever, three parts coward,-I do not know Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt, 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 By his cockle hat and staff, [Singing. Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? [Sings. He is dead and gone, lady, O, ho! Queen. Nay, but Ophelia,- Pray you, mark. White his shroud as the mountain snow. [Sings. 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: (9) Guess. (10) Trifle. Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day, Then up he rose, and don'd1 his clothes, King, Pretty Ophelia ! Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an end on't : By Gis, and by Saint Charity,3 Quoth she, Before you tumbled me, You promis'd me to wed: [He answers.] So would I ha' done, by yonder sun, An thou hadst not come to bed. my 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 'the 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. [Ex. King Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you. [Exit Horatio. O! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs All from her father's death: And now behold, O Gertrude, Gertrude, When sorrows come, they come not single spies, For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly,4 In hugger-muggers to inter him: Poor Ophelia Where are my Switzers?6 Let them guard the door: Gent. Save yourself, my lord; The ocean, overpeering of his list,7 Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste, Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, O'erbears your officers! The rabble call him, lord; And, as the world were now but to begin, (2) Do up. (1) Do on, i. e. put on. (3) Saints in the Roman-catholic calendar. (4) Without judgment. (6) Guards. (7) Bounds. (5) Privately. (8) Scent. VOL. II. Enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with straws || That I must call't in question. and flowers. King. O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, O heavens is't possible, a young maid's wits Oph. They bore him barefac'd on the bier; Hey no nonny, nonny hey nonny : And in his grave rain'd many a tear, Fare you well, my dove! Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, It could not move thus. Oph. You must sing, Down-a-down, an you call him a-down-a. O, how the wheel2 becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter. Laer. This nothing's more than matter. Oph There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember; and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and remembrance fitted. Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines: -there's rue for you; and here's some for me :we may call it, herb of grace o'Sundays:-you may wear your rue with a difference 3-There's a daisy-I would give you some violets; but they withered all, when my father died :-They say, he made a good end, For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,— [Sings. Laer Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself, She turns to favour, and to prettiness. [Sings. Oph. And will he not come again? His beard was as white as snow, He is he is And of all Christian souls! I pray God. God be Be you content to lend your patience to us, Laer. (1) Artful. (2) The burthen. (3) i. e. By its Sunday name 'herb of grace;' mine is merely rue, i. e. sorrow. So you shall; I And where the offence is, let the great axe fall: pray you, go with me. [Exeunt. SCENE VI-Another room in the same. Enter Horatio, and a Servant. Hor. [Reads.] Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the king; they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chace: Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour; and in the grapple I boarded them on the instant they got clear of our ship; so I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me, like thieves of mercy; but they knew what they did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou would'st Ay death. I have yet are they much too light for the bore of the words to speak in thine ear, will make thee dumb; matter. These good fellows will bring thee where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England: of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell. He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet. Come, I will give you way for these your letters; King. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, And you must put me in your heart for friend; Laer. As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things else, King. O, for two special reasons; Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd, But yet to me they are strong. The queen his mother, Lives almost by his.looks; and for myself, (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,) She is so conjunctive to my life and soul, That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, I could not but by her. The other motive, Why to a public count I might not go, (4) Melancholy. (5) Since. (6) Deprived of strength. Is, the great love the general gender! bear him : Laer. And so have I a noble father lost; That we are made of stuff so flat and dull, As did that one; and that, in my regard, Of the unworthiest siege.4 Laer. What part is that, my lord? King. A very ribband in the cap of youth, Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears, Than settled age his sables, and his weeds, Importing health and graveness.-Two months since, Here was a gentleman of Normandy, I have seen myself, and serv'd against, the French, A Norman, was't? Laer. King. A Norman. Laer. Upon my life, Lamord. The very same. Laer. I know him well: he is the brooch,5 indeed, And gem of all the nation. King. King. He made confession of you; And gave you such a masterly report, For art and exercise in your defence.6 And for your rapier most especial, That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed, If one could match you: the scrimers" of their nation, He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, If you oppos'd them: Sir, this report of his Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy, That he could nothing do, but wish and beg Your sudden coming o'er, to play with you. Now, out of this, Laer. What out of this, my lord? King. Laertes, was your father dear to you? Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart? you Laer. And wager o'er your heads: he, being remiss, The Frenchman gave you; bring you, in fine, to-[] I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, [Exeunt. Laer. I will do't: King ance, 'Twere better not assay'd: therefore this project him When in your motion you are hot and dry, 2 Clo. Why, 'tis found so. 1 Clo. It must be se offendendo; it cannot be else. For here lies the point: If I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act: and an act hath three :-branches; it is, to act, to do, and to perform: Argal, she drowned herself wittingly. 2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver. 1 Clo. Give me leave. Here lies the water; good; here stands the man; good: if the man go to this water, and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he goes; mark you that: but if the water come to him, and drown him, he drowns not himself: Argal, he, that is not guilty of his own death, shortens not his own life. How now, sweet queen? Queen. One wo doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow:-Your sister's drown'd, Laertes. Laer. Drown'd! O, where? Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her Laer. Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, ACT V. SCENE I-A churchyard. Enter two Clowns, with spades, &c. (1) Not blunted as foils are. (2) Exercise. (3) As fire-arms sometimes burst in proving their strength. (4) Skill. (5) Presented. (6) A cup for the purpose. (7) Thrust. 1 Clo. Is she to be buried in Christian burial, that wilfully seeks her own salvation? 2 Clo. I tell thee, she is; therefore make her grave straight:12 the crowner hath set on her, and finds it Christian burial. 1 Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence? 2 Clo. But is this law? 1 Clo. Ay, marry is't: crowner's-quest law. 2 Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out of Christian burial. 1 Clo. Why, there thou say'st: And the more pity; that great folks shall have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even13 Christian. Come, my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession. 2 Clo. Was he a gentleman? 1 Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms. 2 Clo. Why, he had none. 1 Clo. What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the scripture? The scripture says, Adam digged; Could he dig without arms? I'll put another question to thee: if thou answerest me not to the purpose, confess thyself 2 Clo. Go to. 1 Clo. What is he, that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter? 2 Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants. 1 Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith; the gallows does well: But how does it well? it does well to those that do ill: now thou dost ill, to say, the gallows is built stronger than the church; argal, the gallows may do well to thee. To't again; come. 2 Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter? I Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.14 |
