They shall go far with little. If you desire to know the certainty Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge, That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, Winner and loser? Laer. None but his enemies. King. Will you know them then? Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms; And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican, Repast them with my blood. King. Why, now you speak Like a good child, and a true gentleman. Danes. [within.] Let her come in. Enter OPHELIA, fantastically dressed with straws and flowers. O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, Oph. They bore him barefac'd on the bier ; And in his grave rain'd many a tear ;— Fare you well, my dove! Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, It could not move thus. Oph. You must sing, Down a-down, an you call him a-down-a. O how the wheel becomes it 19 it is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter. Laer. This nothing's more than matter. Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance ; 1 [9] By the wheel, she means the burden of the song. STEEVENS. [1] See Illustrations, Vol. IX. Pray you, love, remember: And there is pansies, that's for thoughts. Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and remembrance fitted. Oph.There's fennel for you, and columbines :- there's rue for you; and here's some for me :-we may call it, herb of grace o'Sundays :-you may wear your rue with a difference.-There's a daisy :-I would give you some violets; but they withered all, when my father died :They say, he made a good end, For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,— Laer. Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself, She turns to favour, and to prettiness. Oph. And will he not come again? [Sings. {Sings. And will he not come again? Go to thy death-bed, He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll He is gone, he is gone, : And we cast away moan; God'a mercy on his soul ! And of all christian souls !2 I pray God. God be wi'you! Laer. Do you see this, O God? [Exit OPHELIA. King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief, Or you deny me right. Go but apart, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give, Be you content to lend your patience to us, Laer. Let this be so ; His means of death, his obscure funeral,— No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his bones, 3 [2] God 'a mercy on his soul! And of all christian souls! This is the common conclusion to many of the ancient monumental inscriptions. STEEVENS. [3] The practice is uniformly kept up to this day of hanging the sword, helmet, gauntlet, spurs and tabard (i. e. coat whereon the armorial ensigns were anciently depicted, from whence the term coat of armour) over the grave of every knight. HAWKINS. No noble rite, nor formal ostentation, Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, King. So you shall; And, where the offence is, let the great axe fall. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Another Room in the same. Enter HORATI0, and a Servant. Hor. What are they, that would speak with me? Serv. Sailors, sir; They say, they have letters for you. Hor. Let them come in. [Exit Servant. I do not know from what part of the world Enter Sailors. 1 Sail. God bless you, sir. Hor. Let him bless thee too. 1 Sail. He shall sir, an't please him. There's a letter for you, sir; it comes from the ambassador that was bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is. Hor. [reads.] Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the king; they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chace: Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour; and in the grapple I boarded them: on the instant, they got clear of our ship; so I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me, like thieves of mercy; but they knew what they did I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou would'st fly death. I have words to speak in thine ear will make thee dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter. These good fellows will bring thee where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England: Of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell. He that thou knowest thine, HAMLET. 14] The bore is the caliber of a gun, or the capacity of the barrel. The matter, says Hamlet, would carry heavier words. JOHNSON. Come, I will give you way for these your letters ; SCENE VII. [Exeunt. Another Room in the same. Enter King and LAERTES. King. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, And you must put me in your heart for friend ; Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear, That he, which hath your noble father slain, Pursu'd my life. Laer It well appears.-But tell me, Why you proceeded not against these feats, As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things else, King. O, for two special reasons; Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd, (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,) Is, the great love the general gender bear him :5 Laer. And so have I a noble father lost; Whose worth, if praises may go back again," Stood challenger on mount of all the age For her perfections :-But my revenge will come. King. Break not your sleeps for that: You must not think, That we are made of stuff so flat and dull, That we can let our beard be shook with danger, And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more : [5] The common race of the people. JOHNSON. [6] If I may praise what has been, but is now to be found no more. JOHN. I loved your father, and we love ourself; And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine,— Enter a Messenger. Mess. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet: This to your majesty; this to the queen. King. From Hamlet! who brought them? Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw them not; They were given me by Claudio, he receiv'd them Of him that brought them. King. Laertes, you shall hear them :Leave us. [Exit Messenger. [Reads.] High and mighty, you shall know, I am set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes: when I shall, first asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden and more strange return. HAMLET. What should this mean! Are all the rest come back? Or is it some abuse, and no such thing? Laer. Know you the hand? King. 'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked,— And, in a postscript here, he says, alone : Can you advise me? Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come : It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, Thus diddest thou. King. If it be so, Laertes, As how should it be so? how otherwise?— Laer. Ay, my lord ; So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace. King. To thine own peace. If he be now return'd,As checking at his voyage, and that he means No more to undertake it,-I will work him To an exploit, now ripe in my device, Under the which he shall not choose but fall: And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe ; Laer. My lord, I will be rul'd ; The rather, if you could devise is so, King. It falls right. |