KING.

Let's further think of this; We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings: I ha't :

When in your motion you are hot and dry-
As make your bouts more violent to that end-
And that he calls for drink, I'll have prepared him
A chalice for the nonce; whereon but sipping,
If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,
Our purpose may hold there.

Enter QUEEN.
QUEEN.

One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow: your sister's drown'd, Laertes.

LAERTES.

Drown'd! O, where?

QUEEN.

There is a willow grows aslant a brook,

That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples;
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook.

Enter MARCELLUS and a SOLDIER, bearing the body of OPHELIA and followed by ladies and courtiers. LAERTES.

I forbid my tears: but yet

It is our trick; nature her custom holds,

Let shame say what it will.

Adieu, my lord:

I have a speech of fire that fain would blaze,

But that this folly doubts it.