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A ROOM IN THE CASTLE.
Enter Queen and Horatio.
Hor. She is importunate; indeed, distract;
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 heart; Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt, That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing, Yet the unshaped use of it doth move The hearers to collection; they aim at it, 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,
Re-enter Horatio, with Ophelia. Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Den
mark? Queen. How now, Ophelia ?
Oph. How should I your true love know
From another one?
And his sandul shoon.
Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? Oph. Say you? nay, pray you, mark.
He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone;
At his heels a stone.
Queen. Nay, but Ophelia,—-
Pray you, mark.
Queen. Alas, look here, my lord.
Oph. Larded all with sweet flowers;
go, With true-love showers.
King. How do you, pretty lady?
Oph. Well, God’ield you! They say, the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at
your table !
King. Conceit upon her father.
Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this; but when they ask you, what it means, say you this:
Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime,
and don'd his clothes,
Never departed more.
King. Pretty Ophelia!
By Gis, and by Saint Charity,
Alack, and fye for shame!
By cock, they are to blame.
An thou hadst not come to my bed.
King. How long hath she been thus?
Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think, they should lay him i’the cold ground: My brother shall know of it, and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies: good night, good night.
[Erit. King. Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you.
[Erit Horatio. O! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs All from her father's death: And now behold, O Gertrude, Gertrude, When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions! First, her father slain; Next, your son gone; and he most violent author Of his own just remove: The people muddied, Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts, and
whispers, For good Polonius' death; and we have done but
greenly, In hugger-mugger to inter him: Poor Ophelia Divided from herself, and her fair judgment; Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts. Last, and as much containing as all these, Her brother is in secret come from France: Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, And wants not buzzers to infect his ear With pestilent speeches of his father's death; Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd, Will nothing stick our person to arraign In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this, Like to a murdering-piece, in many places
Gives me superfluous death! [A noise within. Queen. .
Alack! what noise is this?
Enter a Gentleman. King. Attend. Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door: What is the matter? Gent.
Save yourself, my lord ;. The ocean, overpeering of his list, Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste, Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, O'erbears your officers! The rabble call him, lord; And, as the world were now but to begin, Antiquity forgot, custom not known, The ratifiers and props of every word, They cry, Choose we; Laertes shall be king!
! Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds, Lacrtes shall be king, Laertes king ! Qucen. How cheerfully on the false trail they
cry! O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs.
King. The doors are broke. [Noise within.
Enter Laertes, arm’d; Danes following. Laer. Where is this king ?-Sirs, stand you all
without. Dan. No, let's come in. Laer.
pray you, give me leave. Dan. We will, we will.
[They retire without the door. Laer. I thank you:-keep the door.-0 thou