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Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an end! They cry, Choose we; Laertes shall be king! on't.
Caps, hands, and tongues, applaudit to the clouds, By Gis, and by Saint Charity,
Laertes shall be king, Laerles king!
Queen. How cheerfully on the falsetrail they cry!
King. The doors are broke. [Noise within. Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
Enter Laertes, with others. You promis'd me to wed: He answers, Laer. Where is this king ?-Sirs, stand you all So would I ha done, by yo der sun,
without. An thou hadst not come to my bed. 10 All. No, let's come in. King. How long hath she been thus?
Laer. I pray you, give me leave, Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be All. We will, we will.
[Ereunt. patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think, Laer. I thank you: -Keep the door.-0 thou they should lay him i' the cold ground: My bro
vile king, ther shall know of it, and so I thank you for your 15 Give me my father, good counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, Queen. Calmly, good Lacrtes, ladies; good night, sweet ladies: good night, Laer. That drop of blood, that's calm, progood night,
claims me bastard ; King. Follow her close; give her good watch, Cries, cuckold, to my father; brands the harlot
[Exit Horatio. 20 Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow 0! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs Of my true mother. All from her father's death: And now, behold, King. What is the cause, Laertes, O Gertrude, Gertrude,
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?When sorrows come, they come not single spies, Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person ;. But in battalions ! First, her father slain ; (25There's such divinity doth hedge a king, Next, your son gone; and he most violent author That treason can but peep to what it would, Of his own just remove: The people muddy’d, Acts little of his will. —Tell me, Laertes, Thick and unwholesome in iheir thoughts and Why thou art thus incens'd ;-Let him go, Gerwhispers,
trude;For good Polonius' death; and we have done but 30 Speak, man. greenly,
Laer. Where is my father? In hugger-mugger' to inter him: Poor Ophelia, King. Dead. Divided from herself, and her fair judgement; Queen. But not by him. Without the which weare pictures, or mere beasts. King. Let him demand his hill. [with. Last, and as much containing as all these, 35 Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled Her brother is in secret come from France: To hell, allegiance ! vows, to the blackest devil! Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
I dare damnation : To this point I stand, With pestilent speeches of his father's death; That both the worlds I give to negligence, Wherein necessity of matter beggar'd, 40 Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd Will nothing stick our person to arraign,
Most throughly for my father. In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this, King. Who shall stay you? Like to a murdering piece ", in many places, Laer. My will, not all the world's: Gives me superfluous death! [A noise within. And, for my means, I'll husband them so well, Queen. Alack ! what noise is this?
45They shall go far with little. Enter a Gentleman.
King. Good Laertes, King. Attend. Where are my Switzers ? Let If you desire to know the certainty (venge, them guard the door:
dear father's death, is 't writ in your reWhat is the matter?
That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and Gent. Save yourself, my lord;
50 Winner and loser?
1 [foe, The ocean, over-peering of his list",
Luer. None but his enemies. Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste, King. Will you know them then? (arms;
young Laertes, in a riotous head, [lord ; Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my O'er-bears your officers! The rabble call him, And, like the kind life-rend’ring pelican, And, as the world were now but to begin, 55 Repast them with
blood. Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
King. Why, now you speak The ratifiers and props of every ward',
Like a good child, and a true gentleman. This is a corruption of the sacred name. See note *, page 48. That is, without maturity of judgement. ' i.e. in private to inter him. Such a piece as assassins use, with many barrels. It is necessary, to apprehend this, to see the justness of the similitude, • The lists are the barriers which the spectators of a tournament must not pass. • i. e. of every one of those securities that nature and law place about the person of a king. ? Hounds run counter when they trace the trail backwards. : i. e. clean, not defiled. 3 U 3
That I am guiltless of your father's death,
Laer. Thought, and affliction, passion, hell itAnd am most sensible in grief for it,
She turns to favour, and to prettiness. [self, It shall as level to your judgement 'pear',
Oph. And will he not come again? As day does to your eye.
And will he not come again? Crowd, within. Let her come in.
he is dead, Laer. How now! what noise is that?
Go to thy death-bed, Enter Ophelia, fantastically dress'd with straws He never will come again. and flowers.
His beard was as rhite as snor!,
All flaren was his poll :
He is gone, he is gone, By heaven,thy madness shall be pay'd with weight, "L'ill our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
And we cast axuy moan : Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia !
God a' mercy on his soul! O heavens! is 't possible, a young maid's wits And of all christian souls! I pray God. God be Should be as mortal as an old man's life?
[Evit Opk. Nature is fine in love: and, where 'tis fine,
Laer. Do you see this, O God? It sends some precious instance of itself
King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief, After the thing it loves 2:
Or you deny me right. Go but apart, Oph. They bore him bare-fac'd on the bier; Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,
Hey no non Y, nonny hey nonny: 20 And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me:
And on his grate ruin'd many a tear;- If by direct or by collateral hand Fare you well, my dove!
[revenge, They tind us touch’d, we will our kingdom give, Laër. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, It could not move thus.
To you in satisfaction; but, if not, Oph. You must sing, Down a-down, an you call|25 Be you content to lend your patience to us, him a-down-u.
And we shall jointly labour with your soul
Laer. Let this be so:
Oph. There's rosemary “, that's for remem- 30 No trophy, sword, nor batchment o'er his bones, brance; pray you, love, remember: and there is No noble rite, nor format ostentation,pansies ", that's for thoughts.
Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, Laer. A document in inadness; thoughts and That I must call’t in question. remeinbrance fitted.
King. So you shall; Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines 6. 35 And, where the offence is, let the great are fall. There's rue for you;-and here's some for me; I pray you, go with me.
[Estunt. -We may call it, herb of grace o‘Sundays :you may wear yourrue with a difference?.-There's
SCENE VI. a daisy:-1 would give you some violets; but
Another Room, they wither'd all, when my father died :--They 40 Enter Horatio, with a Sertant. say, he made a good end,
Hor. What are they, that would speak with me? For bonny sueet Robin is all
Serv. Sailors, sir; ? This is an elision of the verb to appear. 2 Dr. Johnson explains this passage thus: “ Lore (says Laertes) is the passion by which nature is most exalted and refined: and as substances, refined and subtilised, easily obey any impulse, or follow any attraction, some part of nature, so purified and relined, flies off after the attracting object, after the ihing it loves." 3 Mr. Steevens says, the wheel may inean no more than the burthen of the s'ng, which she had just repeated, and as such was formerly used.- Dr. Johnson says, " The story alluded to I do not know; but perhaps the lady stolen by the steward was reduced to spin.” * Rosemary was anciently supposed to strengthen the meinory, and was not only carried at funerals, but worn at weddings. Pansies is for thoughts, because of its naine, Pensées. • Mr. Steevens says, Greene, in his Quip for an l'pstart Courtier, 1620, calls fennel women's teeds :“ fit generally for ihat sex, sitii, while they are maidens, they wish wantonly.”—Mr. Steevens adds, that he knows not of what columbines were supposed to be emblematical; but that Gerard, and other herbalists, impute few, if any, virtues to them: and they may therefore be styled thankless, because they appear to make no grateful return for their creation. ? Dr. Warburton says, that herb of grace is the name the country-people give to rue; and the reason is, because that herb was a principal ingredient in the potion which the Romish priests used to force the possessed to swallow down when they exorcised them. Now, these exorcisms being performed general!y on a Sunday, in the church before the whole congregation, is the reason why she says, we may call it herb of gruce o' Sundays.- Ir. Steevens believes there is a quibble meant in this passage; Tue anciently signifying the same as Ruth, i. e. sorrow. Ophelia gives the queen some, and keeps a proportion of it for herself
. There may, however, he adds, be somewhat more implied here than is expressed. You, madum, (says Ophelia to the queen,) may call your Rue by its Sunday name, HERB OF GRACE, and so wear it with a difference to distinguish it from mine, which can never be any thing but merely RUE, i.e. sorrow. : This is part of an old song.
They say, they have letters for you.
Work, like the spring that turneth wood to stone, Hor. Let them come in.
Convert bis gyves to graces; so that my arrows, I do not know from what part of the world Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind, I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet. Would have reverted to my bow again, Enter Sailors.
5 And not where I had aim'd them. Sail. God bless you, sir.
Laer. And so have I a noble father lost: Hor. Let him bless thee too.
A sister driven into desperate terms; Sail. He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a Whose worth, if praises may go back again', letter for you, sir: it comes from the embassador Stood challenger on mount of all the age that was bound for England; if your name be 10 For her perfections:-But my revenge will come. Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
King. Break not your sleeps for that: you must Horatio reads the letter,
not think, HORATIO, when thou shalt hare overlook'd this, That we are made of stuff so flat and dull, give these fillowus some means to the king; they huve That we can let our beard be shook with danger, letters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, 15 And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more: a pirate ofrery warlike appointment gave us chace: I lov'd your father, and we love ourself; Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a com- And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine, pelled vulour; and in the grapple I boarded them:
How now? what news? on the instant, they got clear of our ship; so I alone
Enter a Messenger. became their prisoner, They lure dealt with me,
Mess. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet: like thieves of mercy; but they knew what they did;
This to your majesty ; this to the queen. I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king have the letters I luare sent; and repair thou to me with
King. From Hamlet! Who brought them?
Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not: as much haste as thou would'st fly death. I have. They were given me by Claudio; he receiv'd words to speak in thine ear, will make thee dumb;
Of him that brought them.
[them yet are they much too light for the bore' of the matter.
King. Laertes, you shall hear them: These good fellows will bring thee where I am.
[Exit Mess. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England: of them I have much to tell thee. Furezvell.
HIGH and mighty, you shall know, I am set He that thou knowest thine, HAMLET.
naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg Come, I will make you way for these your letters; asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occasion
leave to see your kingly eyes : when I shall, first And do't the speedier, that you may direct me To him froin wliom you brought them. (Ereunt.
|of my sudden and more strange return. Hamlet.
What should this mean? Are all the rest come SCENE VII.
|35 Or is it some abuse, and no such thing? [back? Another Room.
Luer. Know you the hand ?
King. 'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked,
[come; And you must put ine in your heart for friend; 40 Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him Sith you
have heard, and with a knowing ear, It warms the very sickness in my heart, That he, which hath your noble father slain, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, Pursu'd my life.
Thus diddest thou.
King. If it be so, Laertes,-
So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace.
King. To thine own peace. "If he be now Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd, 50 return'd,And yet to me they are strong. The queen, his As checking at his voyage, and that he means mother,
No more to undertake it,- I will work him
Laer. My lord, I will be rul'd;
! The bore is the calibre of a gun, or the capacity of the barrel. „The matter (says Hamlet) would carry hearier words. ? i. e. The common race of the people. : i.e. If I may praise what has been, but is now to be found no more. 3 U 4
King King. It falls right.
A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it: You have been talk'd of since your travel much, And nothing is at a like goodness still; And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality For goodness, growing to a pleurisy, Wherein, they say, you shine: your sum of parts Dies in his own too much: That we would do, Did not together pluck such envy from hini, 5 We should do when we would; for this would As did that one; and that, in my regard,
changes, Of the unworthiest siege'.
And hath abatements and delays as many, Laer. What part is that, my lord?
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; King. A very ribband in the cap of youth, And then this should is like a spendthrift sigh Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes 10 That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o'the ulcer: The light and careless livery that it wears, Hamlet comes back ; What would you undertake, Than settled age his sables and his weeds, To shew yourself your father's son in deed Importing health, and graveness.---Two months More than in words? since,
Lur. To cut his throat i' the church. (tuarize; Here was a gentleman of Normandy, 15. King. No place, indeed, should murder sancI have seen myself, and serv’dagainst, the French, Revenge should bavenobounds. But,good Laertes, And they can well on horseback: but this gallant Will you do this, keep close within yourchamber? Had witchcraft in 't; he grew unto his seat; Hamlet, return’d, shall know you are come home: And to such wondrous doing brought his horse, We'll put on those shall praise your excellence, As he had been incorps'd and demy-natur'd 20 And set a double varnish on the fame With the brave beast; so far he topp d my thought, The Frenchinan gave you; bring you, in fine, That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,
together, Come short of what he did,
And wager o'er your heads: he, being remiss', Laer. A Norinan, was 't?
Most generous, and free from all contriving, King. A Norman
Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease, Laer. Upon my life, Lamond.
Or with a little shuffling, you may choose K'ing. The very same.
A sword unbated, and, in a pass of practice', Laer. I know him well: he is the brooch, indeed, Requite him for
father. And grm of all the nation.
Lacr. I will do't: King. He made confession of you ;
30 And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my sword. And gave you such a masterly report,
I bought an unction of a mountebank, For art and exercise in your defence,
So mortal, that, but dip a knife in it, And for your rapier most especial,
Where it draws blood, no cataplasm so rare, That he cried out, "Twould be a sight indeed, Collected from all simples that have virtue If one could match you: the scrimers : of their 35 ('nder the moon, can save the thing from death, nation,
That is but scratch'd withal: I'll touch my point He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
With this contagion; that, if I gall him slightly, w you oppos’d them : Sir, this report of his It may be death. Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy,
King. Let's further think of this; That he could nothing do, but wish and beg 40 Weigh,what convenience,both of time and means, Your sudden coming o'er, to play with him, May fit us to our shape 10: If this should fail, Now out of this,
And that our drift look through our bad perLaer. What out of this, my lord?
formance, King. Laertes, was your father dear to you? 'Twere better not assay'd; therefore, this project Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, 45 should have a back, or second, that might sold, A face without a heart?
If this should blast in proof". Soft;---let nesee:-Lner. Why ask you this?
We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings, King. Not that I think, you did not love your I ha't: father;
When in your motion you are hot and dry, But that I know, love is begun by time“; 50 (As make your bouts more violent to thai end) And that I see, in passages of proof",
and that he calls for drink, I'll have prepar'd him Time qualifies the spark and tire of it.
1 chalice for the nonce; whereon but sipping, There lives within the very flame of love lit he by chance escape your venom'd tuck,
' i. c. of the lowest rank.-Siege, for seat, place; Fr. ? That is, in the science of defence. • The fencers. * Dr. Johnson says, this is obscure; and adds, “ The meaning may be, Love is not innate in us, and co-essential to our nature, but begins at a certain time from sonie external cause, and, being always subject to the operations of time, suffers change and diminution.” si, e, in transactions of daily experience. • i.e. a sigh that makes an unnecessary waste of the vital flame. It is a notion very prevalent, that sighs impair the strength, and wear out the animal powers.
. not vigilant or cautious. 8 i. e. not blunted as foils are. • Dr. Johnson observes, that practice is often by Shakspeare, and other writers, taken for an insidious stratagem, or privy treason; a sense not incongruous to this passage, where yet he rather believes, that nothing more is meant than a thri.si forexercise. 10 i. e. may enable us to assume proper characters, and to act our part." This metaphor is taken froin the trying orproving fire-arms or cannon, which often blast or burst in the prof.
Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what noise? Or like a creature native and indu'd
Unto that element: but long it could not be, How now, sweet queen?
'Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, Pulld the poor wretch from her inelodious lay So fast they follow :-Your sister's drown'd, La- 5 To muddy death. Laer. Drown'd! 0, where?
sertes. Laer. Alas, then, is she drown'd? Queen. There is awillow grows ascaunt'the brook, Queen. Drown'd, drown'd. That shews his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
Laer. Too much of water hast thou,poor Ophelia, Therewith fantastic garlands did she make, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet Of crow-flowers, netiles, daisies, and long purples, 10 It is our trick; nature her custom holds, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, Butourcold maidsdo dead-men's fingers call them: The woman will be out.-Adieu, my lord ! There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds I have a speech of fire; that fain would blaze, Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; But that this folly drowns it.
[Exit. When down her weedy trophies, and herself, 15 King. Let's follow, Gertrude: Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spreadwide; How much I had to do to calm his rage! And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her up: Now fear I, this will give it start again ; Which time, she chaunted snatches of old tunes; Therefore, let's follow.
[Exeunt As one incapable of her own distress,
limore than their even christian. Come; my A Church-yard.
spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gar
deners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Enter two Clowns, with spades, &c. 30 Adam's profession. 1 Clown.
I, she to be bury'd in christian burial, 2 Clown. Was he a gentleman?
that wilfully seeks her own salvation: 1 Clown. He was the first that ever bore arms. 2 Clown. I tell thee, she is; therefore, make 2 Clorun. Why, he had none. her grave straight: the crowner hath sat on her, 1 Clown. What, art a heathen? How dost thou and finds it christian burial.
35 understand the Scripture?--The Scripture says, I Clorun. How can that be, unless she drown'd Adam digg'd; Could he dig without arms? I'li herself in her own defence?
put another question to thee: if thou answer'st me 2 Clown. Why, 'tis found so.
not to the
confess thyself 1 Clown. It must be se offendendo ; it cannot be 2 Clown. Go to. else. For here lies the point: If I drown myself 40 i Clown. What is he, that builds stronger than wittingly, it argues an act: and an act bath three either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpeir branches?; it is, to act, to do, and to perform:- ter? Argal, she drown'd herself wittingly;
2 Clown. The gallows-maker: for that frame 2 Clown. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver. lout-lives a thousand tenants.
1 Clown. Give me leave. Here lies the water; 45 1 Clown. I like thy wit well, in good faith ; the good: Here stands the man; good: If the man gallows does well: But how does it well ? it does go to this water, and drown himself, it is, will he, well to those that do ill: Now thou dost ill, to nill he, he goes; mark you that : But if the wa- say, the gallows is built stronger than the church: ter come to him, and drown him, he drowns not Argal, the gallows may do well to thee. To't himself. Argal, he, that is not guilty of his own 50 again; come. death, shortens not his own life.
2 Clown. Who builds stronger than a mason, a 2 Clown. But is this law?
shipwright, or a carpenter? 1 Clown. Ay, marry is 't; crowner's-quest law. i Clown. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke'.
2 Clown. Will you ha’ the truth on 't? If this 2 Clown. Marry, now I can tell. had not been a gentlewoman, she should have 55 1 Clown. To't. been bury'd out of christian búrial.
2 Clown. Mass, I cannot tell. | Clown. Why, there thou say’st: And the Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance. more pity, that great folk should have counte- i Clown. Cudgel thy brains no more about it; nance in this world to drown or hang themselves, for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beat' i.e. aside, sideways. ? i. e. make her
Ridicule on scholastic divisions without distinction; and of distinctions without difference. * This is an old English expression for fellow-christians. 'i.e. When you have done that, I'll trouble you no more with these riddles. The phrase is taken from husbandry.