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Of blue Olympus.
llam. [Advancing.] What is he, whose grief Bears such an emphasis ? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand Like wonder-wounded hearers: this is I, Hamlet the Dane.
[Leaps into the grave. Laer. The devil take thy soul !
[Grappling with him.
King. Pluck them asunder.
grave. Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme, Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
Queen. O my son! what theme?
Ham. I lov’d Ophelia; forty thousand brothers
King. O, he is mad, Laertes.
Ham. 'Zounds, show me what thou'lt do:
thyself? Woul't drink up Esil ? eat a crocodile? I'll do't.-Dost thou come here to whine ?
To outface me with leaping in her grave?
Queen. This is mere madness :
Ham. Hear you, sir;
[Exit Horatio. Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech;
[To LAERTES We'll put the matter to the present push.Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.This grave shall have a living monument: An hour of quiet shortly shall we see; Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-A hall in the castle.
Enter HAMLET and HORATIO.
Hor. Remember it, my lord !
Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, That would not let me sleep: methought, I lay Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly, And prais'd be rashness for it,-Let us know, Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach
us, There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
Hor. That is most certain.
llam. Up from my cabin,
My head should be struck off.
Hor. Is't possible ?
Hor. Ay, 'beseech you.
Ham. Being thus benetted round with villainies,
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; As peace should still her wheaten garland wear, And stand a comma 'tween their amities; And many such like as's of great charge,That, on the view and knowing of these contents, Without debatement further, more, or less, He should the bearers put to sudden death, Not shriving-time allow’d.
Hor. How was this seal’d ?
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: Folded the writ up in form of the other; Subscrib'd it; gav't the impression; plac'd it safely,
The changeling never known: Now, the next day
Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.
Hor. Why, what a king is this !
Ham. Does it not, think thee, stand me now upon ? He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother; Popp'd in between the election and my hopes; Thrown out his angle for my proper life, And with such cozenage; is't not perfect conscience, To quit him with this arm ? and is't not to be damn'd, To let this canker of our nature come In further evil? Hor. It must be shortly known to him from Eng
Ham. It will be short: the interim is mine;
Hor. Peace; who comes here?