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Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with :
King. Who fhall stay you?
Laer. My will, not all the world ;
King. Good Laertes,
Laer, None but his enemies.
Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms,
King. Why, now you speak Like a good child, and a true gentleman. That I am guiltless of your father's death, And am most sensible in grief for it, It shall as level to your judgment pierce, As day does to your eye. [A noise within. “ Let her
come in.] Laer. How now, what noise is that?
S CE N E VII. Enter Ophelia, fantastically dress’d with früws and flowers. Oh heat, dry up my brains ! tears, seven times salt, Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
L E T.
Should be as mortal as an old man's life?
And on his Grave remains many a tear ;
Fare you well, my dove!
Oph. You must fing, down a-down, and you call him a-down-a. O how the weal 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, love, remember; and there's pancies, 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. There's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father dy'd : they say, he made a good end ;
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy. Laer. Thought and affli&ion, paffion, hell itself, She turns to favour, and to prettiness. * Nature is fine in love ;, and where 'tis fine,
It fends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves.] This is unquestionable corrupt. I fuppose Shakespear wrote, Nature is fall’n in love, and where 'tis fall'n. Warb.
Oph. And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
he is gone, and we cast away mone, Gramercy on his foul ! And of all christian souls ! God b'w'ye.
[Exit Ophelia. Laer. Do you see this, you Gods !
King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
in fatisfaction. But if not,
Laer. Let this be so.
King. So you shall :
Hor. W ser. Sailors, Sir; they say, they have
Hor. „Let them come in.
Sail. He shall. Sir, an't please him. --There's a letter for you, Sir: It comes from th' ambassador that was bound for England, if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
Horatio reads the letter
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 chafe. Finding ourselves too sow of fail, we put on a compelled valour, and in the grapple I boarded them : on the instant they got elear of our ship, so I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me, like thieves of mercy; but they know what they did: I am to do a good turn for them. Let the King have the lellers I have sent, and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou wouldest fly death. I have words to speak in thy ear, will make thee. dumb; get are they much too light for the matter. These good fellows will bring thee where I
Rofincrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for
He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet,
S CE N E IX.
Enter King and Laertes. OW mult your conscience my acquittance feal,
put me in your heart for friend ;
Laer. It well appears. But tell me,
King. Two special reasons,
Laer. And so have I a noble father loft, A fifter driven into desperate terms, Whose worth, if praises may go back again, Stood challenger on mount of all the age For her perfections—But my revenge will come. King. Break not your sleeps for that; you must
not think, That we are made of stuff so flat and dull, That we can let our beard be shook with danger, And think it paftime. You shall soon hear more. I lov'd your father, and we love ourself, And that, I hope, will teach you to imagineHow now? what news!