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Behind the arras I'll convey myself,

And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black, To hear the process; I'll warrant, she'll taxi As hell, whereto it goes. My inother stays: him home;

This physick but prolongs thy sickly days And, as you said, and wisely was it said,

[Ecit. 'Tis meet, that some more audience, than a

The King rises and advances, mother,

King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain Since nature makes them partial should o'erhear below: The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. I'll call upon you ere you go to bed, (liege:

[txit. And tell you what I know.

SCENE IV. Another Room in the same. King.

Thanks, dear my lord.
(Erit POLONTUS.

Enter Queen and Polonius.
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; Pol. He will come straight. Look, you lay
It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,

home to him:

{benr with; A brother's murder !--Pray can I not,

Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to Though inclination be as sharp as will; And that your grace hath screen'd and stood My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent;

between And, like a man to double business bound, Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here. I stand in pause where I shall tirst begin, 'Pray you, be round with him. And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Quren.

I'll warrant you; Were thicker than itself with brother's blood ? Fear me not:--withdraw, I hear him coming. Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens,

[POLONICS hides himself. To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves

Enter HAMLET. But to confront the visage of offence ? (mercy, Ham. Now, mother, what's the matter? And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force,- Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much To be forestalled, ere we come to fall,

offended.

(fender. Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up; Ham. Mother, you have my father much ofMy fault is past. But, 0, what form of prayer Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle Can serve my turn? Forgive me my soul mur- tongue.

(tongue. der!

Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked That cannot be; since I am still possessid Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet? Of those effects for which I did the murder, Ham.

What's the matter now? My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. Queen. Ilave you forgot me? May one be pardon'd, and retain the offence? Ham.

No, by the rood, not so: In the corrupted currents of this world, You are the queen, your husband's brother's Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice;

wife;

[ther. Aud oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself And,—'would it were not so !-you are my moBuys out the law : But 'tis not so above : Qu er. Nay, then I'll set those to you that There is no shndling, there the action lies

can speak:

[shall not budge; In his true nature: and we ourselves compellid, Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, You go not, till I set you up a glass To give in evidence. What then? what rests? Where you may see the inmost part of you. 'Try what repentance can: What can it not? Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not Yet what can it, when one cannot repent? Help, help, ho!

(murder me? O wretched state! O bosom, black as death! Pol. [Behind.) What, ho! help! O limed soul; that struggling to be free,

Ham.

llow now! à rat? [Draws. Art more engag'd! Help, angels, make assay! Dead, for a ducat, dead. Bow, stubborn knees ! and, heart, with strings HAMLET makes a pass through the Arras. of steel,

Pol. [Bchirul.)

O, I am slain. Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe ;

Falls and dies. All may be well!

[Retires and kneels. Queen, O me, what hast thou done? Enter HAMLET.

Ham.

Nay, I know not: Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is Is it the king? praying;

[Lifts up the Arras, and draws forth POLONIUS. And now I'll do't; and so he goes to heaven: Queen. O, whata rash and bloody deed is this! And so am I reveng'd? That would be scann'd: Ham. A bloody deed; almost as bad, good A villain kills my father; and, for that,

mother, I, his sole son, do this same villain send As kill a king, and marry with his brother, To heaven.

Queen. As kill a king ! Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge. Ham.

Ay, lady, twas my word. -He took my father grossly full of bread; Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! With all hiscrimes broad blownas flush as May;

( To POLONTUS. And, how his audit stands, who knows, save I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune: heaven?

Thou tind'st to be too busy, is some danger.-But, in our circumstance and course of thought, Leave wringing of your hands; Peace; sit you 'Tis heavy with him: And am I then reveng’d, down, To take him in the purging of his soul, And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, When he is fit and season'd for his passage? If it be made of penetrable stuff: No.

If damned custoin have not braz'd it so, Lp, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent: That it be proof and bulwark against sense. When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage; Vucen. What have Idone, that thou dar'stwig Or in the incestnous pleasures of his bed; In noise so rude against me? [thy tong ito At gaming, swearing; or about some act

Ham.

Such an act, That has no relish of salvation in't:

That blura the grace and blush of modesty; Then triphim, that his heels maykick at heaven: Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose

me;

From the fair forehead of an innocent love, The important acting of your dread command ?
And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows O, say!
As false as dicers' oaths: 0, such a deed 'Ghost. No not forget: This visitation
As from the body of contraction plucks Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
The very soul; and sweet religion makes But, look! amazement on thy mother sits :
A rhapsody of words: Heaven's face doth glow; o, step between her and her fighting soul;
Yea, this solidity and compound mass, Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works;
With tristful visage, as against the doom, Speak to her, Hamlet.
Is thought-sick at the act.

Ham.

How is it with you, lady? Queen.

Ah me, what act, Queen. Alas, how is't with you?
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? That you do bend your eye on vacancy,

Ham. Look here upon this picture, and on this; And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
See, what a grace was seated on this brow: And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son,
A station like the herald Mercury,

Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look ?
A combination, and a form, indeed,

Ham. On him! on him !--Look you, how Where every god did seem to set his seal,

pale he glares !

(stones, To give the world assurance of a man: His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to This was your husband.-Look you now, what would make them capable.--Do not look upon

follows: Here is your husband; like a mildewid ear, Lest, with this piteous action, you convert Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? My stern effects: then what I have to do Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? Queen. To whom do you speak this? (blood, You cannot call it, love: for, at your age,

Нат.

Do you see nothing there? The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, Qucen. Nothing at all; yet all that is, I see. And waits upon the judgment; And what judg. Ham. Nor did you nothing hear? ment

(have, Qucen.

No, nothing, but ourselves. Would step from this to this? Sense, sure you Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it Else could you not have motion : But, sure, that steals away! Is apoplex'd ; for madness would not err [sense My father, in his babit as he liv'd! Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd, Look, where he goes, even now, out at the porBut it reserv'd some quantity of choice,

tal!

(Erit Ghost. To serve in such a difference. What devil was't Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain: That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind? This bodiless creation ecstasy Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Is very cunning in. Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Ham. Ecstasy! Or but a sickly part of one true sense My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, Could not so mope.

Aud makes as healthful musick : It is not O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, madness, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, That I have utterd: bring me to the test, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And I the matter will reward; which madness And melt in her own fire; proclaim no shame, Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, When the compulsive ardour gives the charge; Lay not the flattering unction to your soul, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, That not your trespass, but my madness speaks: And reason panders will.

It will but skin and film the ulcerous place; Queen.

O Hamlet, speak no more: Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven; And there I see such black and grained spots Repent what's past; avoid what is to come; As will not leave their tinct.

And do not spread the compost on the weeds, Ham.

Nay, but to live To make them ranker. Forgive me this my In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed;

virtue: Stew'd in corruption; honeying, and making For in the fatness of these pursy times, Over the nasty sty;

(love Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg : Quren.

0, speak to me no more; Yea, curb and woo, for leave to do him gond. These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears : Queen. O, Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart No more, sweet Hamlet.

in twain. Ham.

A murderer, and a villain; Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, A slave, that is not twentieth part the tithe And live the purer with the other half. Of your precedent lord :--a vice of kings: Good night: but go not to my uncle's bed ; A cutpurse of the empire and the rule; Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat And put it in his pocket!

of habit's devil, is angel yet in this; Queen.

No more.

That to the use of actions' fair and good
Enter Ghost.

He likewise gives a frock, or livery,
Han.

A kiog That aptly is put on; Refrain to-night; Of shreds and patches :

And that shall lend a kind of easiness Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, To the next abstinence: the next more easy : You heavenly guards !- What would your gra- For use almost can change the stamp of nature,

Queen. Alas, he's mad. [cious figure? And either curb the devil, or throw him out Ham. Do you not come your tarly son tochide, With wondrous potency. Once more, good night! That, laps'd in time and passion, let's go by And when you are desirous to be bless'd,

I'll blessing beg of you.-For this same lord, The unseen good old man.
(Pointing to POLONIUS.
King.

O heavy deed !
I do repent: But heaven hath pleas'd it so,-- It had been so with us, had we been there :
To punish me with this, and this with me, His liberty is full of threats to all;
That I must be their scourge and minister. To you yourself, to us, to every one.
I will bestow him, and will answer well Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
The death I gave him. So, again, good night !- It will be laid to us, whose providence [haunt.
I must be cruel, only to be kind :

Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. This mail young man: b'it, so much was our love, But one word more, good lady.

We would not understand what was most fit; Queen.

What shall I do? But, like the owner of a foul disease, Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid youdo; To keep it from divulging, let it feed Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed ;. Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone? Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd: mouse ;

O'er whom his very madness, like some ore, And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses, Among a mineral of metals base, Orpadling in your neck with his damn d fingers, Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done. Make you to ravel all this matter ont,

King. O, Gertrude, come away! That I essentially am not in madness, know, The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him But we will ship bim bence: and this vile deed For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise, We must, with all our majesty and skill, Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib, Both coutenance and excuse.-Ho! GuildenSuch dear concernings hide? who would do so? stern! No, in despite of sense, and secrecy,

Enter RosEXCRANTZ and GUILDENSTEEN. Unpeg the basket on the house's top,

Friends both, go join with you some further aid. Let the birds fly; and, like the famous ape, Hamlet in maduess hath Polonius slain, shim: To try conclusions, in the basket creep, And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd And break your own neck down. (breath, Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body

Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of Into the chapel. I pray yon, haste in this. And breath of life, I have no life to breathe

[Excunt Ros, and GUIL. What thou hast said to me.

Come, Gertrude, we'll call upourwisest friends; Hom. I must to England; you know that? And let them know, both what we mean to do, Quern.

Alack, / And what's untimely done : so, haply, slander,-I had forgot; 'tis so concluded on,

Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter, Ham. There's letters seal'd: and my two As level as the cannon to his blank, (name, schoolfellows,-

Trausports his poison'd shot, may miss our Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang’d, - And hit the woundless air.-0, come away! They bear the mandate; they must sweep my My soul is full of discord, and dismay. (Exeunt. way,

SCENE II. Another Room in the same. And marshal me to knavery: Let it work;

Enter HAMLET. For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar : and it shall go hard, Ham.---Safely stowed,-(Ros. dc. within. But I will delve one yard below their mines,

llamlet! Lord Hamlet! But soft!-what noise? And blow them at the moon; 0,'tis most sweet, who calls on IIamlet? 0, here they come. When in one line two crafts directly meet.

Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERX. This man shall set me packing.

Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room :

dead body?

[kin, Mother, good night.-Indeed, this counsellor Ham. Compounded it with dnst, whereto 'tis Is now most still, most secret, and nuost grave,

Ros. Tell ns where 'tis; that we may take it Who was in life a foolish pratiug knave.

And bear it to the chapel.

(thence, Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you :

Ham. Do not believe it. Good night, mother.

Ros. Believe what? [Exeunt severally : Ham. dragging in Pol, Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not

mine own. Besides, to be demanded of 2 sponge!--what replication should be made by the son of a king?

Ros. Take vou me for a sponge, my lord ?

llam. Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's counSCENE I. The same.

tenance, his rewards, his anthorities. But such Enter King, Queen, ROSENCBANTZ, and Gull- officers do the king best service in the end. He DENSTERX

keeps them, like an ape doth nuts, in the corner King. There's matter in these sighs; these of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: profound heaves :

When he needs what you have gleaned, i: is You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them: but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be Where is your son ?

dry again. Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while.--- Pos. I understand yon not, my lord.

[To Ros. and GUIL, who go mit. Hom. I am glad of it: A knavish speech Ah, iny good lord, what have I seen to night! sleeps in a foolish ear.

King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet? Ros My lord, you must tell us where the Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both body is, and go with us to the king. contend

Ham. The body is with the kiny, but the king Which is the mightier: In his lawless fit, is not with the body. The king is nothingBehind the arras bearing something stir, Cuil. A thing, my lord ? Whips out his rapier, cries, A rat! a rat? Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide And, in this brainish apprehensior, kills fox, and all after.

[Excurii,

Art Fourth.

.

SCENE III. Another Room in the same.

That else leans ou the affair: 'Pray you, make haste.

(Exeunt Ros. and Gu! , . King. I have sent to seek

him, and to find And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught, the body.

(As my great power thereof may give thee sense; llow dangerous is it, that this man goes loose !

Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red

After the Danish sword, and thy free awe Yet húst not we put the strong law ou him: He's lov'd of the distracted multitude,

Pays homage to us), thou may'st not coldly set Who like not in their judgment, but theireyes; By letters conjuring to that effect,

Our sovereign process; which imports at full, And, where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; weigh'd,

(even, For like the hectick in my blood he rages, But never the offence. To bear all smooth and And thou must cure ine: Till I know 'tis done, This sudden sending him away must seem Deliberate pause : Diseases desperate grown,

Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begiu.

(Exit. By desperate appliance are relieved,

SCENE IV. A Plain in Denmark.
Entor Rose CRANTZ.
Or not at all.-llow now? what hath befallen?

Enter FOBTINBBAS, and Forces, marching. Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my For, Go, captain, from me greet the Danish We cannot get from him.

(lord,

king; King.

But where is he? Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know Claims the conveyance of a promis'd march your pleasure.

Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous, King. Bring him before us.

If that his majesty would aught with us,
Ros. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord.

We shall express our duty in his eye,
Enter HAMLET and GUILDENSTERX.

And let him know so.
Сар.

I will do't, my lord. King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?

For. Go softly on. Ham. At supper.

(Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Forces. K’ing. At supper? Where? Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is

Enter HAMLET,ROSENCRANTZ,GUILDENSTEEN,de. eaten: a certain convocation of politick worms

Ham, Good sir, whose powers are these? are e'en at him. Your worm is your only em- Cap. They are of Norway, sir. peror for diet: we fat all creatures else, to fat

Ham.

How purpos'd, sir, us; and we fat ourselves for maggots; Your fat I pray you ? king, and your lean beggar, is but variable ser- Cap. Against some part of Poland. vice; two dishes, but to che table; that's the Ham.

Who King. Alas, alas!

[end. Commands them, sir? Ham. A man may fish with the worm that Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras, hath eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, fed of that worm.

Or for some frontier ? King. What dost thou mean by this?

Cap. Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition, Ham. Nothing, but to show you how a king We go to gain a little patch of ground, may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. That hath in it no profit but the name. King. Where is Polonius?

To pay five ducats, tive, I would not farm it; Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole, messenger find him not there, seek him i the A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee. other place yourself. But, indeed, if you find Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend hinn not within this month, you shall nose him Cup. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd. [it. as you go up the stairs into the lobby.

Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thouKing. Go seek him there.

sand ducats, [To some Attendants. Will not debate the question of this straw : Ham. He will stay till you come.

This is the imposthume of much wealth and Exeunt Attendants. peace; King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial That inward breaks, and shows no cause without safety,

Why the man dies.--I humbly thank you, sir. Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve Cap. God be wi' you, sir. [Exit Captain. For that which thou hast done,-must send thee Ros,

Will't please you go, my loru? hence

Hum. I will be with you straight. Goa little With fiery quickness: Therefore prepare thyseif; before.

[Ecunt Ros. and Gull. The bark is ready, and the wind at help,

Ilow all occasions do inform against me, The associates tend, and every thing is bent And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, For England.

If his chief good, and market of his time, Ham. For England ?

Be but to sleep, and feed? a beast, no more. King.

Ay, Hamlet. Sure, he, that made us with such large discourse, Нага.

Good. Looking before, and after, gave us not King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. That capability and godlike reason

Ham. I see a cherub, that sees then.-But, To fust in iis unus'd." Now, whether it be come; for England !-- Farewell, dear mother. Pestial oblivion, or some craven scruple King. Thy loving father, Hamlet.

of thinking too precisely on the event.-Ham. My mother: Father and mother is man A thought, which, quarter'a, hath but oue part and wife ; man and wife is one flesh; and no,

wisdom, my mother. Come, for England. [Erit. And, ever, three parts coward, --I do not know King. Follow him at foot : tempt him with Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do: speed aboard :

Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and Delay it not, i'll have him hence to-night;

means, Away, for every thing is seald and done To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exbort me

Witness, this army of such mass, and charge, Oph. Well, God'ield you! They say, the owl Led by a delicate and tender prince;

was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, we are, but know not what we may be. God Makes mouths at the invisible event;

be at your table ! Exposing what is mortal, and unsure,

King. Conceit upon her father! To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare, Oph. 'Pray, let us have no words of this; but Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great, when they ask you, what it means, say you this: Is, not to stir without great argument;

Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,

All in the morning betime, When honour's at the stake. Ilow stand I then, And I a maid at your window, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,

To be your Val ntine : Excitements of iny reason, and my blood,

Then up he rose, and

mid his clothes, And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see

And dupp'd the chamber door : The imminent death of twenty thousand men,

Let in the maid, that out a maid
That, for a phantasy, and trick of fame,

Never de parted more.
Go to their graves like beds : figlit for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the canse,

King. Pretty Ophelia!

(end on 't: Which is not tomb enouglı, and continent, Oph. Indeed, without an oath, i'li nake an To hide the slain !-0, from this time forth, By Gis, and by Saint Charity, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! Alack, and fye for shame!

[Exit. Young men will do'l, if they come to t;

By cock, they are to biame.
SCENE V. Elsinore. A Room in the Castle.

Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
Enter Queen and HORATIO.

You promised me to red.
Queen.-----I will not speak with her.

[He answers.) Hor. She is iinportunate; indeed, distract; So would I ha done, by yonder sun, Her mood will needs be pitied.

An thou hadst not come to my bu. Quren.

What would she have? Hor. She speaks much of her father; says,

King. How long hath she been thus?

Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be she hears, There's tricks i' the world, and hems, and beats patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think, her heart;

[doubt;

they should lay him i' the cold ground: My bro

ther shall know of it, and so I thank you for Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in That carry but half sense: her speech is nothius, night, ladies; good night, 'sweet ladies: good

your good counsel. Come, my coach! Good Yet the nnshaped use of it doth move

night, good night.

[Exit. The hearers to collection; they aim at it, Which, as her winks and nods, and gestures o! this is the poison of deer grief; it springs And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; King, Follow

her close; give her good watch, I pray you.

(Exit HORATIO. yield them,

(thought, All from her father's death: And now behold, Indeed would make one think, there might be

O Gertrude, Gertrude,
Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
Qucen. "Twere good, she were spoken with ; But in battalions! First, her father slain;

When sorrows come, they come not singlespies, for she may strew

Next, your son gone; and he most violent alithor Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds:

Of his own just remove: The people muddied, Let her come in.

[Exit llorario. Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss: For good Poloníus' death; and we have done

whispers,

[but greenly, So full of artless jealousy is guilt,

In hugger mugger to inter him: Poor Ophelia, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

Divided from herself, and her fair judginent; Re-enter lloratio, with Ophelia. Without the which we are pictures, or mere Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Den

beasts. Queen. How now, Ophelia ?

(mark? Last, and as much containing as all these, Oph. How should I your true love know,

Her brother is in secret come from France : From another one

Teeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, By his cockle hat and stuff,

And wants not buzzers to infect his ear And his sandal shoon. (Singing. With pestilent speeches of liis father's death ; Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this Wherein necessity, of matter beggard. song?

Will nothing stick our person to arraign Oph. Say yon? nay, pray you, mark.

In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this, He is dead and gowe, lady, (Sings. Like to a murdering piece, in many places He is d ad and gone ;

Gives me superfluous death! (A noise within. At his head a gries-grien turf,

Queen.

Alack! what noise is this? Alkis heels a stonit.

Enter a Gentleman. 0, ho!

King. Attend. Queen. Nay, but, Ophelia,

Where are my Switzers ? Let them guard the Oph. 'Pray you, mark. What is the matter?

(door. White his shroud as the mountain snow.

Gent.

Save yourself, my lord; (Sings. The ocean, overpeering of his list, Enter King

Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste, Queen. Alas, look here, my lord.

Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, Opin. Larued all with sweet flowers ;

V'erbears your officers! The rahble call him lord;
Which beroept to the

And, as the world were now but to begin,
With trile love skoro's.

Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
King. Ilow do you, pretty lady?

The raiitiers and props of every word,

grave did

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