To outface me with leaping in her grave? Queen. This is mere madness ; And thus a while the fit will work on him: When that her golden couplets are disclosed, (81) Ham. Hear you, Sir What is the reason that you use me thus? ness of a crocodile, which may be seen before Hamlet's mouth, and is drawn in Fig. 75. (81) If the south side of the moon be placed on the right hand, Hamlet's prototype there exhibits the resemblance of a dove, with her tail towards his head, and with King. I pray you, good Horatio, wait upon [Exit. Hor. him. Strengthen your patience in our last night's [To Laertes. speech. 'Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt. two young dove-chickens, barely fledged, at her side; as represented in This likeness to a bird may serve to explain the frequent allusions that are made to doves, gulls, or pigeons, and sometimes to sweet-robins, crows, and sparrows. м2 SCENE changes to a Hall in a Palace. Enter HAMLET and HORATIO. Ham. So much for this; you now shall see the You do remember all the circumstance? [other. Hor. Remember it, my Lord? [ing, Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fight That would not let me sleep; methought I lay Worse than the mutines in the bilboes; rashness (And praised be rashness for it) lets us know, Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, When our deep plots do fail; and that should teach us, There's a Divinity that shapes our ends, Hor. That is most certain. My sea-gown scarf'd about me in the dark : 2 No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, Hor. Is it possible ? Ham. Here's the commission, read it at more leisure; But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed! Hor. I beseech you. Ham. Being thus benetted round with villainy, (Ere I could make a prologue, to my bane A. baseness to write fair, and laboured much Hor. Ay, good my Lord. Ham. An earnest conjuration from the King, As England was his faithful tributary, As love between them, like the palm, might flourish, That on the view and knowing these contents, Hor. How was this sealed ? Ham. Why, even in that was Heaven ordinant ; I had my father's signet in my purse, Which was the model of that Danish seal: Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't. employment. They are not near my conscience; their defeat Hor. Why, what a King is this! Ham. Does it not, thinkest thou, stand me now upon? [mother, He that hath killed my King, and whored my Popp'd in between th' election and my hopes, Thrown out his angle for my proper life, And with such cozenage; is it not perfect con science [damned, To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be To let this canker of our nature come In further evil? [England, Hor. It must be shortly known to him from What is the issue of the business there. |