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The associates tend, and every thing is bent
Ham. For England ?
Ham. I see a cherub, that sees them.-But, come; for England !- Farewell, dear mother.
King. Thy loving father, Hamlet.
Hum. My mother: Father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is one flesh: and so, my mother. Come, for England.
[Erit. King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed
aboard ; Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night: Away; for every thing is seald and done, That else leans on the affair ; Pray you, make haste.
[Exeunt Ros. and GUIL. And, England, if my love thou hold’st at aught, (As my great power thereof may give thee sense; Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red After the Danish sword, and thy free awe Pays homage to us,) thou may’st not coldly set Our sovereign process; which imports at full, By letters conjuring to that effect, The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; For like the hectic in my blood he rages, And thou must cure me: Till I know 'tis done, Howe'er my laps, my joys will ne'er begin. [Exit.
SCENE IV.- A Plain in Denmark.
Enter FORTINBRAS, and Forces, marching.
Cap. I will do't, my lord.
[Exeunt Fortinbras and Forces.
Enter Hamlet, RosencrANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, 8c.
Ham. Good sir, what powers are these?
Ham. How purpos'd, sir,
Cap. Against some part of Poland.
Ham. Who Commands them, sir?
Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.
Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
Cap. Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition,
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
. [Exeunt Ros, and Guil. How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good, and market of his time, Be but to sleep, and feed ? a beast, no more. Sure, he, that made us with such large discourse, Looking before, and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unus’d. Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event,A thought, which, quarter’d, hath but one part wisdom, And, ever, three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do; Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means, To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me: Witness, this army of such mass, and charge, Led by a delicate and tender prince; Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff’d, Makes mouths at the invisible event;
Exposing what is mortal, and unsure,
A Room in the Castle.
Enter Queen and Horatio. Queen. I will not speak with her.
Hor. She is importunate ; indeed, distract; Her mood will needs be pitied.
Queen. What would she have?
Hor. She speaks much of her father ; says, she hears, There's tricks i’the world ; and hems, and beats her
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield
them, Indeed would make one think, there might be thought, Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Queen. 'Twere good, she were spoken with ; for she
may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds: Let her come in.
[Exit HORATIO. To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss: So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
: Re-enter Horatio, and OPHELIA.
From another one ?
Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone ;
At his heels a stone.