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should lay him i' 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. [Erit OPHELIA. King. Follow her close: give her good watch, I
pray you. [Erit HoRATIo. O! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs • All from her father's death. [A Noise without.
What is the matter?
Mar. Save yourself, my lord: The young Laertes, in a riotous head, O'erbears your officers: the rabble call him, lord; They cry, Choose we, Laertes shall be king ! Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds, Laertes shall be king, Laertes king! [A Noise without.
Laer. [Without..] Where is this King?—Sirs, stand
you all without.—
O thou vile King,
Queen. But not by him. King. Let him demand his fill. Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with : To hell, allegiancel To this point I stand,That both the worlds I give to negligence, Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng’d, Most throughly for my father. King. Who shall stay you? Laer. My will, not all the world's: And, for my means, I'll husband them so well, They shall go far with little. King. Good Laertes, That I am guiltless of your father's death, And am most sensible in grief for it, It shall as level to your judgment 'pear, As day does to your eye. Hor. [Without..] O poor Ophelia King. Let her come in.
Enter OPHELIA, fantastically dressed with Straws and Flowers,
Laer. O rose of May!
Oph. [Sings.] They bore him bare-fac'd on the bier;
And in his grave rain'd many a tear;-
Fare you well, my dove
Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade re
It could not move thus.
Oph. You must sing,
[Sings.] Down-a-down, an you call him a-down-a. O, how the wheel 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—There's a daisy: I would give you some violets; but they wither'd all, when my father died:—They say, he made a good end,[Sings.] For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy, Laer. Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself, She turns to favour, and to prettiness.
Oph. [Sings.] And will he not come again?
His beard was as white as snow,
All flaren was his pole:
And peace be with his soul!
And with all christian souls! I pray Heaven.
And we shall jointly labour with your soul
Laer. Let this be so;
King. So you shall;
An Apartment in the Palace.
Enter Horatio and FRANCIsco.
Hor. What are they, that would speak with me?
Fran. Sailors, sir;
Hor. Let them come in.- [Erit FRANCIsco.
Enter two SAILoRs.
I Sail. Heaven bless you, sir.
Hor. Let him bless thee too.
1 Sail. He shall, sir; an't please him. There's a letter for you, sir; it came from the embassador that was bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
HoRATIo reads the Letter.
Horatio, when thou shalt have overlook'd this, give these fellows some means to the King; they have letters for him. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England; of them I have much to tell thee.—In my heart there was a kind of fighting, that would not det me sleep; up from my cabin, in the dark grop'd I to find out them; had my desire; finger'd their packet; and withdrew to my own room again, making so bold to wnseal their grand commission; when I found, that, on the supervise, no leisure bated, no, not to stay the grinding of the are, my head should be struck off. I sat me down, devis'd a new commission, that, on the view of these contents, the bearers should be put to sudden death. I had my father's signet in my purse, which was the model of that Danish seal; folded the writ up in the form of the other; gave it the impression; plac'd it safely, the changeling never known.—The next day, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chase : Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a compell'd 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 fly death. These good fellows will bring thee where I am. Farewell. He that thow knowest thine, - HAMLET. Come, I will give you way for these your letters; And do't the speedier, that you may direct me To him, from whom you brought them... [Ereunt.