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Which let thy wisdom fear: Hold off thy hand.

King. Pluck them asunder.

Queen. Hamlet, Hamlet!

All. Gentlemen,

Hor. Good my Lord, be quiet.

[The Attendants part them, and they come out of the 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 Could not, with all their quantity of love Make up my sum.- What wilt thou do for her? King. O, he is mad, Laertes.


Queen. For love of God, forbear him. Ham. 'Zounds, show me what thou'lt do: Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear 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? Be buried quick with her, and so will 1: And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us; till our ground,

Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.

Queen. This is mere madness:

And thus awhile the fit will work on him;
Anon, as patient as the female dove,

When that her golden couplets are disclos'd,
His silence will sit drooping.

Ilam. Hear you, Sir;

What is the reason that you use me thus?
I lov'd you ever: But it is no matter;

I et Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. [Exit.
King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon
him. [Exit HORATIO.
Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech;
We'll put the matter to the present push

Good Gertrude, set some watch over you. son.
This grave shall have a living monument:
Au hour of quiet shortly shall we see;

Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt.

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Ham. So much for this, Sir: now shall you

see the other;

You do remember all the circumstance?

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 sometime 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.
Ham, Up from my cabin,

My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark
Grop'd I to find out them: had my desire;

Finger'd their packet; and, in fine, withdrew
To mine own room again: making so bold,
My fears forgetting manners, to unseal

Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio,
A royal knavery; an exact command,
Larded with many several sorts of reasons,
Importing Denmark's health, and England's too,
With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life,
That, on the supervise, no leisure bated,

No, not to stay the grinding of the axe,
My head should be struck off.

Hor. Is't possible?

Ham. Here's the commission; read it at more


But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed?
Hor. Ay, 'beseech you.

Ham. Being thus benetted round with villanies,
Or I could make a prologue to my brains,
They had begun the play; I sat me down;
Devis'd a new commission; wrote it fair :
I once did hold it, as our statists do,

A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much
How to forget that learning; but, Sir, now
It did me yeoman's service: Wilt thou know
The effect of what I wrote?

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 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; gave't the impression; plac'd it sa-

The changeling never known: Now, the next day
Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent
Thou know'st already.

Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't. Ham. Why, man, they did make love to this employment;

They are not near my conscience; their defeat
Does by their own insinuation grow:

'Tis dangerous, when the baser nature comes
Between the pass and fell incensed points

Of mighty opposites.

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 England,

What is the issue of the business there.

Ham. It will be short: the interim is mine; And a man's life's s no more than to say, one. But I am very sorry, good Horatio,

That to Laertes I forgot myself;
For by the image of my cause,

I see

The portraiture of his: I'll count his favours:
But, sure,, the bravery of his grief did put me
Into a towering passion.

Hor. Peace; who comes here?


Osr. Your Lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.

Ham. I humbly thank you, Sir.-Dost know this waterfly?

Hor. No, my good Lord.

Ham. Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to know him: he hath much land, and fertile let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the King's mess: 'tis a chough; but as I say, spacious in the possession of dirt.

Osr. Sweet Lord, if your Lordship were at leisure, I should impart a thing to you from his Majesty.

Ham. I will receive it, Sir, with all diligence of spirit: your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head.

Osr. I thank your Lordship, 'tis very hot.

Ham. No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly.

Osr. It is indifferent cold, my Lord, indeed. Ham. But yet, methinks, it is very sultry and hot; or my complexion

My Lord, that he has

Osr. Exceedingly, my Lord; it is very sultry, - as 'twere, - 1 cannot tell how. his Majesty bade me signify to you, laid a great wager on your head: Sir, matter,

this is the

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