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Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail' they O, this is counter', you
false Danish dogs. King. The doors are broke. [Noise within.
Enter LAERTEs, armed; Danes following:
all without. Dan. No, let's come in. Laer.
I pray you give me leave, Dan. We will, we will.
[They retire without the door. Laer. I thank you :
keep the door. -0 thou vile king, Give me my father. Queen.
Calmly, good Laertes.
me bastard. King.
What is the cause, Laertes,
But not by him.
with : To hell, allegiance! To this point I stand,
1 Hounds run counter when they trace the scent backwards.
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Who shall stay you?
Good Laertes, If you
desire to know the certainty of your dear father's death, is 't writ in your re
venge, That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and
foe, Winner and loser ?
Laer. None but his enemies.
Will you know them then ?
arms ; And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican, Repast them with
Why, now you speak
Danes. [Within.] Let her come in.
Enter OPHELIA, fantastically dress'd with Straws
O heat, dry up my brains ! tears seven times salt,
Nature is fine in love : and, where 'tis fine,
Oph. They bore him barefac'd on the bier ;
Hey no nonny, nonny hey nonny:
many a tear;
you well, my dove!
Oph. You must sing, Down-a-down, an you call him a-down-a. O, how the wheel 3 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. 4. 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.
3 The burthen, * i, e. By its Sunday name, “ herb' of grace," mine is merely rue, i.e. sorrow.
Oph. And will he not come again? [Sings.
And will he not come again ?
No, no, he is dead,
Go to thy death-bed,
Gramercy on his soul ! And of all christian souls! Adieu.
[Exit OPHELIA. Laer. Do you see this, O God?
King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief, Or you deny me right. Go but apart, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me: If by direct or by collateral hand They find us touchd, we will our kingdom give, Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, To you in satisfaction; but, if not, Be you content to lend your patience to us, And we shall jointly labour with your soul To give it due content. Laer.
Let this be so; His means of death, his obscure funeral, No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his bones, No noble rite, nor formal ostentation, Cry to be heard, as 't were from heaven to earth, That I must call’t in question. King.
So you shall, And where the offence is, let the great axe fall. I pray you, go with me.
Another Room in the same.
Enter HORATIO, and a Servant. Hor. What are they, that would speak with me? Serv.
Sailors, sir; They say, they have letters for you. Hor.
Let them come in :
[Exit Servant. I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet.
Enter Sailors. 1 Sail. God bless
sir. Hor. Let him bless thee too. 1 Sail. He shall, sir, an 't please him. There's a letter for you, sir; it comes from the ambassador that was bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
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 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 fly death. I have words to speak in thine ear, will make thee dumb.; yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter. These good fellows will bring thee where I am.