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Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, arms;

To you in satisfaction ; but, if not, And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,

Be you content to lend your patience to us, Repast them with my blood.

And we shall jointly labour with your soul King.

Why, now you speak To give it due content. Like a good child, and a true gentleman.


Let this be so; That I am guiltless of your father's death,

His means of death, his obscure funeral,And am most sensibly in grief for it,

No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his bones, It shall as level to your judgment ’pear,

No noble rite, nor formal ostentation, As day does to your eye.

Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, Danes. (Within.] Let her come in.

That I must call't in question. Laer How now! what poise is that?


So you shall;

And, where the offence is, let the great axe fall. Enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed uith straws and I pray you, go with me.

(Eseunt. flowers. O beat, dry up my brains ! tears, seven times salt, SCENE VI.-- Another Room in the sume. Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!-By bearen, thy inadness shall be paid with weight,

Enter Horatio, and a Servant. Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! Hor. What are they that would speak with me? Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia :


Sailors, sir; O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits They say, they have letters for you. Should be as mortal as an old man's life?


Let them come in.Nature is tine in love: and, where 'tis tine,

[Erů Servant It sends some precious instance of itself

I do not know from what part of the world
After the thing it loves.

I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet.
Oph. They bore him barefac'd on the bier ;
Hey no nonny, nonny hey nonny :

Enter Sailors
And in his grave rain'd many a tear ; -- I Sail. God bless you, sir.
Fare you well, my dove!

Ho. Let him bless thee too. Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade i Sail. He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a revenge,

letter for you, sir; it comes from the ambassador It could not move thus.

that was bound for England; if your name be HuOph. You must sing, Down a-down, an you call ratio, as I am let to know it is. him a-down-a. O, how the wheel becomes it! It is

Hor. [Reads.1 Horatio, when thou shalt hare the false steward, that stole his master's daughter.

overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the Laer. This nothing's more than matter.

hing; they have letters for him. Ere we were tuo Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointmeni pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, gave us chace : Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we that's for thoughts. Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and re- boarded them : on the instant, they got clear of our

put on a compelled valour ; and in the grapple 1 membrance fitted. Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines :- deali with me, like thieves of mercy; but they knew

ship ; 80 l alone became their prisoner. They have there's rue for you ; and here's some for me :-we what they did, I am to do a yood turn for them. Let may call it, herb of grace o’Sundays:-you may the king have the letters I have sent ; and repair thou wear your rue with a difference.-There's a daisy; to me with as much haste as thou would'st Ály death. -I would give you some violets; but they withered I have words to speak in thine ear, will make thee all, when my father died :—They say, he made a dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of the good end,

These good fellows will bring thee where I For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,– [Sings. am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course Laer. Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself, for England ; of them I have much to tell thee. She turns to favour, and to prettiness.

Farewell. He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet. Oph. And will he not come again ? (Sings.

Come, I will give you way for these your letters; And will he not come again?

And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
No, no, he is dead,

To him from wbom you brought them. [Ereuni.
Go to thy death-bed,
He never will come again.

SCENE VII.-Another Room in the same.
His beard was as white as snow,

Enter King and LAERTES.
All flaren was his poll :
He is gone, he is gone,

K'ing. Now must your conscience my acquittance

seal, And we cast away moan;

And you must put me in your heart for friend; God 'a mercy on his soul !

Sith you have heard, and with a knowing car, And of all christian souls! I pray God. God be That he, which hath your noble father slain, wi' you!

(Erit Ophelia. Pursu'd my life. Laer. Do you see this, O God?


It well appears :-But tell u e, King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief, Why you proceeded not against these feats, Or you deny me right. Go but apart,

So crimeful and so capital in nature, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things else, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me : You mainly were stirr'd up. It by direct or by collateral hand


0, for two special reasons They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give, Which may to you perhaps seem much unsinew'd,


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But yet to me they are strong. The queen, his mo. And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality ther,

Wherein, they say, you shine: your sum of parts Lives almost by his looks; and for myself,

Did not together pluck such envy from him, (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,) As did that one; and that, in my regard, She is so conjunctive to my life and soul,

Of the unworthiest siege. That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,


What part is that, my lord ? I could not but by her. The other motive,

King. A very ribband in the cap of youth, Why to a publick count I might not go,

Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes Is the great love the general gender bear him : The light and careless livery that it wears, Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, Than settled age his sables, and his weeds, Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone, Importing, health and graveness.--Two months Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows,

since, Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind,

Here was a gentleman of Normandy, Would have reverted to my bow again,

I have seen myself, and serv'd against, the French, And not where I had aim'd them.

And they can well on horseback: but this gallant Laer. And so have I a noble father lost;

Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat; A sister driven into desperate terms;

And to such wond'rous doing brought his horse, Whose worth, if praises may go back again, As he had been incorps'd and demi-natur'd Stood challenger on mount of all the age

With the brave beast : so far he topp'd my thought, For her perfections :--But my revenge will come. That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks, King. Break not your sleeps for that: you must Come short of what he did. not think,


A Norman, was't ? That we are made of stuff so flat and dull,

King. A Norman.
That we can let our beard be shook with danger, Laer. Upon my life, Lamord.
And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more: King.

The very same. I loved your father, and we love ourself;

Laer. I know him well: he is the brooch, indeed, And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine, And gem of all the nation. How now ? what news ?

Kiny. He made confession of you ;

And gave you such a masterly report,
Enter a Messenger.

For art and exercise in your defence,

Letters, my lord, from Hamlet: And for your rapier most especial,
This to your majesty ; this to the queen.

That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed,
King. From Hamlet! Who brought them ? If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation,
Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw them not; He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
They were given me by Claudio, he receiv'd them If you oppos'd them : Sir, this report of his
Of him that brought them.

Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy,

Laertes, you shall hear them :- That he could nothing do, but wish and beg
Leave us.

[Erit Messenger. Your sudden coming o’er, to play with you. [Reads.] High and mighty, you shall know, I am Now, out of this, set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg Laer.

What, out of this, my lord ? leave to see your kingly eyes : when I shall, first ask. Kiny. Laertes, was your father dear to you? ing your pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, sudden and more strange return.

Hamlet. A face without a heart? What should this mean? Are all the rest come back? Laer.

Why ask you this ? Or is it some abuse, and no such thing ?

King. Not that I think, you did not love your Laer. Know you the hand ?

father? King. 'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked, — But that I know, love is begun by time; And, in a postscript here, he says, alone :

And that I see, in passages of proof, Can you advise me ?

Time qualifies the spark and fire of it. Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come; There lives within the very flame of love It warms the very sickness in my heart,

A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it; That I shall live and tell hiin to his teeth,

And nothing is at a like goodness still;
Thus diddest thou.

For goodness, growing to a plurisy,
If it be so, Laertes,

Dies in his own too-much: That we would do, As how should it be so ? bow otherwise ?

We should do when we wouid; for this would Will you be rul’d by me?

Ay, my lord;

And hath abatements and delays as many,
So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace.

As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents ; Kiny. To thine own peace. If he be now re- And then this should is like a spendthrift sigh, turn'd,

That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o'the ulcer: As checking at his voyage, and that he means Hamlet comes back : what would you undertake, No more to undertake it, I will work him

To show yourself indeed your father's son To an exploit, now ripe in my device,

More than in words? Under the which he shall not choose but fall;


To cut his throat i'the church, And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe ; King. No place, indeed, should murder sana But even his mother shall uncharge the practice,

tuarize; And call it, accident.

Revenge should hare no bounds. But, good Laertes, Laer.

My lord, I will be ruld: Will you do this, keep close within your chamber: The rather, if you could deviso it so,

Hamlet, return'd, shall know you are come home : That I might be the organ.

We'll put on those shall praise your excellence, King.

It falls right. And set a double varnish on the fame (gether, son have been talk'd of since your travel mucb The Frenchman gave you; bring you, in tine, is

own life.

And wager o'er your beads: he, being remiss,
Most generous, and free from all contriving,
Will not peruse the foils ; so that, with ease,

Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
A sword unbated, and, in a pass of practice,

SCENE I.- A Church-Yard.
Requite him for your father.
I will do't:

Enter Two Clowns, with spades, &c.
And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my sword.

1 Clo. Is she to be buried in christian burial, that I bought an unction of a mountebank,

wilfully seeks her own salvation ? So mortal, that but dip a knife in it,

2 Clo. I tell thee, she is ; therefore make her grave Where it draws blood, no cataplasm so rare, straight: the crowner hath set on her, and finds it Collected from all simples that have virtue

christian burial. Under the moon, can save the thing from death, 1 Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned her That is but scratch'd withal: I'll touch my point self in her own defence ? With this contagion ; that, if I gall him slightly, 2 Clo. Why, 'tis found so. It may be death.

1 Clo. It must be se offendendo; it cannot be else. King.

Let's further think of this; For here lies the point: If I drown myself wittingly, Weigh, what convenience, both of time and means, it argues an act: and an act bath three branches; it May fit us to our shape: if this should fail, is, to act, to do, and to perform: Argal, she drowned And that our drift look through our bad per- herself wittingly. formance,

2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver. 'Twere better not assay'd; therefore this project 1 Clo. Give me leave. Here lies the water; good : Should have a back, or second, that might hold, here stands the man; good : If the man go to this If this should blast in proof. Soft;-let me see :- water, and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings, goes; mark you that: but if the water come to him, I ha't.

and drown him, he drowns not himself: Argal, he, When in your motion you are hot and dry, that is not guilty of his own death, shortens not his (As make your bouts more violent to that end) And that he calls for drink, I'll have preferr'd him 2 Clo. But is this law ? A chalice for the nonce; whereon but sipping, 1 Clo. Ay, marry is't; crowner's-quest law. If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,

2 Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what noise ? not been a gentlewoman, she should bave been bu.

ried out of christian burial. Enter Queen.

1 Clo. Why, there thou say'st: And the more How now, sweet queen ?

pity, that great folks shall have countenance in this Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, world to drown or hang themselves, more than their So fast they follow :-Your sister's drown'd, Laertes. even christian. Come, my spade. There is no Laer. Drown'd! 0, where ?

ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers and graveQueen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook, makers; they hold up Adam's profession. That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; 2 Clo. Was he a gentleman ? Therewith fantastick garlands did she make

i Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms. Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, 2 Clo. Why, he had none. That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,

1 Clo. What, art a heathen ? How dost thou un. But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them; derstand the scripture ? The scripture says, Adam There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds digged; Could he dig without arms? I'll put ar. Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; other question to thee: if thou answerest me not to When down her weedy trophies, and herself, the purpose, confess thyselfFell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; 2 Clo. Go to. And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her up: 1 Clo. What is be, that builds stronger than either Which time, she chanted snatches of old tunes; the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter? As one incapable of her own distress,

2 Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame out. Or like a creature native and indu'd

lives a thousand tenants. Unto that element: but long it could not be,

1 Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith; the galTill that her garments, heavy with their drink, lows does well: But how does it well? it does well Pulld the poor wretch from her melodious lay to those that do ill: now thou dost ill, to say, the To muddy death.

gallows is built stronger than the church; argal, the Laer.

Alas then, she is drown'd ? gallows may do well to thee. To't again ; come. Queen. Drown'd, drown'd.

2 Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipLaer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, wright, or a carpenter ? And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet

1 Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unfoke. It is our trick; nature her custom holds,

2 Clo. Marry, now I can tell. Let shame say what it will : when these are gone, 1 Clo. To't. The woman will be out. --Adieu, my lord !

2 Clo. Mass, I cannot tell. I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, But that this folly drowns it.


Enter HAMLET and HORATIO, at a distance. King.

Let's follow, Gertrude; I Clo. Cudgel thy brains no more about it; for How much I had to do to calm his rage!

your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating : Now fear I, this will give it start again;

and, when you are asked this question next, say, a Therefore, let's follow.

[Ereint grave-maker; the houses that he makes, last till

doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan, and fetch me a stoup of liquor.

(Erit 2 Clown

1 Clown digs, and sings.

thine : 'tis for the dead, not for the quick; there

fore thou liest. In youth, when I did love, did love, Methought, it was very sweet,

1 Cio. "Tis a quick lie, sir; 'tuill away again

from me to you. To contract, O, the time, for, ah, my behove

Ham. What man dost thou dig it for 0, methought, there was nothing meet.

1 Clo. For no man, sir. Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business ? Ham. What woman then ? be sings at grave-making.

1 Clo. For none neither. Hor. Custom hath made it in him a property of Ham. Who is to be buried in't. easiness.

1 Clo. One that was a woman, sir ; but, rest her Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment soul, she's dead. hath the daintier sense.

Ham. How absolute the knave is ! we must speak 1 Clo. But age, with his stealing steps,

by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Hath cluw'd me in his clutch,

lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note And hath shipped me into the land,

of it; the age is grown so picked, that the toe of the As if I had never been such.

peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he [Throws up a scull. galls his kibe. -How long hast thou been a grave

maker ? Ham. That sculi had a tongue in it, and could i Clo. Of all the days i'the year, I came to't sing once: How the knave jowls it to the ground, that day that our last king Hamlet overcame Foras if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first mur. tinbras. der! This might be the pate of a politician, which Ham. How long's that since ? this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent 1 Clo. Cannot you tell that ? every fool can tell God, might it not ?

that : It was that very day that young Hamlet was Hor. It might, my lord.

born: he that is mad, and sent into England. Ham. Or of a courtier: which could say, Good- Ham. Ay, marry, why was he sent into England ? morrow, sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord? This 1 Clo. Why, because he was mad: he shall remight be my lord Such-a-one, that praised my lord cover his wits there; or, if he do not, 'tis no great Such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it; might matter there. it not ?

Ham. Why? Hor. Ay, my lord.

I Clo. 'Twill not be seen in him there; there the Ham. Why, e'en so: and now my lady Worm's; men are as mad as he. chapless, and knocked about the mazzard with a Ham. How came he mad ? sexton's spade: Here's fine revolution, an we had i Clo. Very strangely, they say. the trick to see't. Did these bones cost no more the Ham. How strangely? breeding, but to play at loggats with them ? mine I Clo. 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits. ache to think on't.

Han Upon what ground i i Clo. A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade, [Sings.

1 Clo. Why, here in Denmark; I have been

sexton here, man and boy, thirty years.
For and a shrouding sheet :
0, a pit of clay for to be made

Ham. How long will a man lie i'the earth, ere he

rot ?
For such a guest is meet.
(Throws up a scull.

I Clo. 'Faith, if he be not rotten before he die,

(as we have many pocky corses now-a-days, that Ham. There's another: Why may not that be the will scarce hold the laying in,) he will last you some scull of a lawyer ? Where be his quiddits now, his eight year, or nine year: a tanner will last you nine quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks ? why year. does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him Ham. Why be more than another ? about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not 1 Clo. Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his tell him of his action of battery? Humph! This trade, that he will keep out water a great while; fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land, with and your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson his statutes, his recognizances, his fines, his double dead body. Here's a skull now hath' lain you i'the vouchers, his recoveries: Is this the fine of his fines, earth three-and-twenty years. and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine Ham. Whose was it ? pate full of fine dirt ? will his vouchers vouch him 1 Clo. A whoreson mad fellow's it was; Whose no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than do you think it was? the length and breadth of a pair of indentures ? The Ham. Nay, I know not. very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in this 1 Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue ! he box; and must the inheritor himself have no more? ha ? poured a Aagon of Rhenish on my head once. Hor. Not a jot more, my lord.

This same scull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's Ham. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins ? jester. Hor. Aye, my lord, and of calves-skins too.

Ham. This ?

[Takes the skull. Ham. They are sheep, and calves, which seek out 1 Clo. E'en that. assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow:- Ham. Alas, poor Yorick !-I knew him, Horatio; Whose grave's this, sirrah ?

a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he 1 Clo. Mine, sir.

hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and

now how abhorred in my imagination it is! my 0, a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet.

gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have

kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes Ham. I think it bethine, indeed; for thou liest in't. now? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of

i Clo. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not merriment, that were wont to set the table on a your's: for my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is minc. roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?

Itam. l'hou dost lie in't, to be in't, and say it is quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's cham.


ber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead; favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Till of this flat a mountain you have made, Pr’ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing

To o'er-top old Pelion, or the skyish head Hor. What's that, my lord ?

Of blue Olympus. Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this Ham. (Advancing.) What is he, whose grief fashion i’the earth ?

Bears such an emphasis ? wbuse phrase of sorrow Hor. E'en so.

Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand Ham. And smelt so ? pah !

Like wonder-wounded hearers ? this is I, [Throws doun the skull. Hamlet the Dane.

(Leaps into the grave. Hor. E'en so, my lord.


The devil take thy soul! Ham To what base uses we may return, Horatio!

[Grappling with him Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Ham. Thou pray'st not well." Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole ? I prythee, take thy fingers from my throat;

Hor. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to con- For, though I am not splenetive and rash, sider so.

Yet have I in me something dangerous, Hæm. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him Which let thy wisdom fear: Hold off thy haud. thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead King. Pluck them asunder. it. As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Queen.

Hamlet, Hamlet! Alexander returned to dust; the dust is earth; of All. Gentlemen, earth we make loam: And why of that loam, Hor.

Good my lord, be quiet. whereto he was converted, might they not stop a [The Attendants part them, and they come out beer-barrel ?

of the grave, Imperious Cæsar, dead, and turn’d to clay, Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away: Until my eyelids will no longer wag. O, that the earth, which kept the world in awe, Queen. O my son! what theme?

Should patch a wall to expel the winter's faw! Ham. I lov'd Ophelia ; forty thousand brothers But soft! but soft! aside ;-Here comes the king, Could not, with all their quantity of love,

Make up my sum.- What wilt thou do for her? Enter Priests, 8c. in procession; the corpse of King. O, he is mad, Laertes.

Ophelia, LAERTES, and Mourners following ; Queen. For love of God, forbear him.
KING, QUEEN, their Trains, &c.

Ham. 'Zounds, show me what thou'lt do:
The queen, the courtiers: Who is this they follow? Woul't weep? woul't fight ? woul't fast ? woul't
And with such maimed rites! This doth betoken,

tear thyself? The corse, they follow, did with desperate hand Woul't drink up Esil ? eat a crocodile ? Foredo its own life. was of some estate :

I'll do't-Dost thou come here to wbine ? Couch we awhile, and mark. [ Retiring with HORATIO. To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Laer. What ceremony else ?

Be buried quick with her, and so will I: Ham.

That is Laeries, And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw A very noble youth: Mark.

Millions of acres on us; till our ground, Laer. What ceremony else?

Singeing his pate against the burning zone, 1 Priest. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg’d Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou’lt inouth, As we have warranty: Her death was doubtful; I'll rant as well as thou. And, but that great command o'ersways the order, Queen.

This is mere madness : She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd And thus a while the fit will work on him; Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers, Anon, as patient, as the female dore, Shards, Aints, and pebbles, should be thrown on her, When that her golden couplets are disclos'd, Yet here she is allowed her virgin crants,

His silence will sit drooping. Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home


Hear you, sir; De bell and burial.

What is the reason, that you use me thus ? Laer. Must there no more be done ?

I lov'd you ever : But it is no matter; 1 Priest.

No more be done! Let Hercules himself do what he may, We should profane the service of the dead,

The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. (Erı, To sing a requiem, and such rest to her,

King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon As to peace-parted souls.


(Exit HORATIO. Laer.

Lay her i'the earth; Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh

[ To LAERTES. May violets spring !- I tell thee, churlish priest, We'll put the matter to the present push.— A minist'ring angel shall my sister be,

Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.When thou liest howling.

This grave shall bave a living monument: Ham.

What, the fair Ophelia ! An hour of quiet shortly shall we see; Queen. Sweets to the sweet: Farewell !

Till then, in patience our proceeding be. (Ereunt.

(Scattering flowers. I hop'd, thou should'st have been my Hamlet's SCENE II.-A Hall in the Castle. I thought, thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,

Enter HAMLET and HORATIO, And not have strew'd thy grave.

Ham. So much for this, sir: now shall you see Laer.

0, treble woe

the other;Fall ten times treble on that cursed head,

You do remember all the circumstance ? Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense Hor. Remember it, my lord ! Depriv'd thee off!-Hold off the earth a while Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting. Tilf I have caught her once more in mine arms · That would not let me sleep: methought, I lay

[Leups into the grave. Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly,


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