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Both countenance and excuse.--Ho! Guildenstern!


Or not at all.-How now! what hath befallen?

Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,
Friends boih, go join you with some farther aid,
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,

We cannot get from him.

But where is he?
And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him:

Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know your Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body

King. Bring him before us. Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.

(pleasure. [Exeunt Ros, and Guil.

Ros. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord. Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends ;

Enter HAMLET and GuildENSTERN. And let them know, both what we mean to do, King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius! And what's untimely done : so, haply, slander,

Ham. At supper. Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,

King. At supper! Where? As level as the cannon to his a blank,

Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: Transports his poison'd shot, -may miss our name, a certain convocation of palated worms are e'en at And bit the bwoundless air.-0, come away! him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: My soul is full of discord, and dismay. (Exeunt. we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat our

selves for maggots. Your fat king, and your

Jean SCENE II.-Another Room in the Same. beggar, is but variable service ; two dishes, but to

one table: that's the end. Enter HAMLET.

King. Alas, alas! Ham. Safely stowed.-[Ros., f-c., within. Ham

Ham. A man may fish with the worm that baile let! lord Hamlet!] But soft! what noise ?-Who eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed vf calls on Hamlet ?-0! here they come.

King. What dost thou mean by this ?
Enter RosENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Ham. Nothing, but to show you how a king may
Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the dead go a progress through the guts of a beggar.

King. Where is Polonius ?
Ham. In heaven: send thither to see;

if Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.

Ros. Tell us where 'tis ; that we may take it thence, messenger find him not there, seek bim i' the other And bear it to the chapel.

place yourself. But, indeed, if you fiod him to Ham. Do not believe it.

within this month, you shall nose bim as you go up Ros. Believe what?

the stairs into the lobby. Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine King. Go seek him there. [ To some Attendants Besides, to be demanded of a sponge, what

Ham. He will stay till you come. replication should be made by the son of a king ?

[Exeunt Attorale Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord ?

King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial sateis, ami Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's counte

Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve nance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers For that which thou hast done, -must send thee tienen do the king best service in the end: he keeps them, With fiery quickness: therefore, prepare tvyses. like an ape, in the corner of his jaw, first mouthed, The bark is ready and the wind at 'belp, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have Th’associates atend, and every thing is beat gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you

For England. shall be dry again.

Ham. For England ? Ros. I understand you not, my lord.

King. Ham. I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in

Ham. a foolish ear.

King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body is, Ham. I see a cherub that sees them.-Bus, come, and go with us to the king.

for England !-Farewell, dear mother. Ham. The body is with the king, but the king is King. Thy loving father, Hamlet. not with the body. The king is a thing,

Ham. My mother: father and mother is an and Guil. A thing, my lord !

wife, man and wife is one fleslı; and so, my mother Ham. Of nothing bring me to him. Hide dfox, Come, for England ! and all after.

[Excunt. King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed

aboard : SCENE III.-Another Room in the Same.

Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night.

Away, for every thing is seal'd and done,
Enter King, attended.

That else leans on the affair: pray you, make bases King. I have sent to seek bim, and to find the And, England, if my love thou hold'st at augue

body. How dangerous is it, that this man goes loose!

(As my great power thereof may give thee eens,

Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
Yet must not we put the strong law on him : After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
He's lov'd of the distracted multitude,
Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes ;

Pays homage to us) thou may'st not coldly see And where 'tis so, th' offender's scourge is weigh’d, By letters conjuring to that effect,

Our sovereign process, which imports at full, But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even, The present death of Hamlet. Do it, Englandi This sudden sending him away must seem

For like the hectic in my blood he rages:
Deliberate pause : diseases, desperate grown, And thou must cure me.
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,

Howe'er my ' hopes, my joys were ne'er begun,

Ay, Hamlet.


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| i. e., the wind serves." Tend,” i e., attend.

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SCENE IV.-A Plain in Denmark.

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

The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
Enter FORTINBRAS, and Forces, marching.

That for a fantasy, and trick of fame,
For. Go, captains, from me greet the Danish king: Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot
Tell him, that by his license Fortinbras

Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause ;
Claims the conveyance of a promis'd march Which is not tomb enough, and continent,
Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous. To hide the slain !-O! from this time forth,
If that his majesty would aught with us,

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! We shall express our duty in his * eye;

[Exit. And let him know so. Cap.

I will do't, my

SCENE V.-Elsinore. A Room in the Castle For. Go safely on.

Enter 1 Queen, HORATIO, and a Gentleman. [Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Forces. Enter Hamlet, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, &c.

Queen. I will not speak with her,

Gent. She is importunate ; indeed, distract: Ham. Good sir, whose powers are these ? Her mood will needs be pitied. Cap. They are of Norway, sir.


What would she have ? Ham.

How purpos’d, sir, Gent. She speaks much of her father'; says, she I pray you?


('heart; Cap. Against some part of Poland.

There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her Ham.


Spurns i enviously at straws ; speaks things in doubt, Commands them, sir?

That carry but half sense. Her speech is nothing, Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.

Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, The hearers to collection; they 'aim at it,
Or for some frontier!

And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts ; Cap. Truly to speak, and with no addition, Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield We go to gain a little patch of ground,

them, That hath in it no profit but the name.

Indeed would make one think, there might be thought, To pay five dueats, five, I would not farm it;

Though nothing sure, yet much munhappily. Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole,

Hor. 'Twere good she were spoken with, for she A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee,

may strew Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it

. Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. Cap. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd. [ducats,

Queen. Let her come in. [Exit HORATIO Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Will not debate the question of this straw:

Each'n toy seems prologue to sonte great amiss :
This is th' imposthume of much wealth and peace, So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
That inward breaks, and shows no cause without

It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Why the man dies.-I humbly thank you, sir.
Cap. God be wi' you, sir, [Exit Captain.

Re-enter Horatio, with Ophelia, 3 distracted. Ros.

'Will't please you go, my lord ? Opk. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? Ham. I'll be with you straight. Go a little before. Queen. How now, Opbelia? [Exeunt RosenCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.

Oph. How should I your true love know (Singing. How all occasions do inform against me,

From another one ? And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,

By his cockle hat and staff,
If his chief good, and market of his time,

And his sandal shoon.
Be but to sleep, and feed? a beast, no more.
Sure, he, that made us with such large discourse,

Queen. Alas, sweet lady! what imports this song? Looking before and after, gave us not

Oph. Say you ? nay, pray you, mark. That capability and godlike reason,

He is dead and gone, lady, [Singing To d fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be

He is dead and gone; Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple

At his head a * green grass turf,
Of thinking too precisely on th' event, [dom,

At his heels a stone.
A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wis- o, ho!
And ever three parts coward,- I do not know Queen. Nay, but Ophelia,
Why yet I live to say, "This thing's to do;"


Pray you, mark. Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means, White his shroud as the mountain snow, To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me:

[Singing Witness this army, of such mass and charge, Led by a delicate and tender prince,

Enter King
Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd,

Queen. Alas! look here, my lord.
Makes mouths at the invisible event;
Exposing what is mortal, and unsure,

Oph. P Larded with sweet flowers ;
To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare,

Which bewept to the grave did go, Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great,

With true-love showers. Is not to stir without great argument,

King. How do you, pretty lady? But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,

Oph. Well, 9 God'ild you! They say, the owl When honor's at the stake. How stand I, then, was a baker's daughter. "Lord ! we know what we That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, Excitements of my reason and my blood,

"A plot," i. e., a plot of ground_Continent means here that which contains.- Enviously," i e. spitefully

"To collection," i. e., to collect or draw conclusions from * " In his eye," i. e., in his presence." Market," i. e., her speech." Aim," i.e. guces. - * Unhappily," i. e., misprofit.--. "Such large discourse," i. e., such great power of chievously.--"Toy" 1. e, trifle. Shoon," i. e., shoes, comprehension. - "To fust," i. e., to grow mouldg." Larded," 1 e., garnished.-q"God'ild you," i. e., God •“ Craven," e., cowardly. Since.

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are, but know not what we may be. God be at your | And, as the world were now but to begin, table !

Antiquity forgot, custom not known, King. Conceit upon her father.

The ratifiers and props of every word, Oph. Pray you, let's have no words of this; but They cry, “Choose we; Laertes shall be king!" when they ask you what it means, say you this: Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds,

“ Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!" [ery.
To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime,

Queen. How cheerlully on the false (trail they
And I a maid at your window,

0! this is "counter, you false Danish dogs.

King. The doors are broke.
To be

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Valentine :

and don'd his clothes, Enter LAERTĖS, *with his sword drawn; Danes
And dupp'd the chamber door ;

following: Let in the maid, that out a maid

Laer. Where is this king?-Sirs, stand you all Never departed more.

Dan. No, let's come in.


Laer. King. Pretty Ophelia ! [end on't:

I pray you, give me lease. Oph. Indeed, la! without an oath, I'll make an

Dan. We will, we will.

[ They retire without the door. By Gis and by Saint Charity,

Laer. I thank you : keep the door.—thou vile
Alack, and fie for shame!
Give me my father.

[king! Young men will do't, if they come to't ; Queen.

Calmly, good Laertes.
By cock, they are to blame.

Laer. That drop of blood that's calm proclaims
Quoth she, before you tumbled me,

me bastard ; You promised me to wed:

Cries, cuckold, to my father; brands the harlot
He answers.

Even here, between the chaste 'unsmirched brow
So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,

Of my true mother.
An thou hadst not come to my bed.


What is the cause, Laertes,

That thy rebellion looks so giant-like ?King. How long hath she been thus ?

Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person : Oph. I bope, all will be well. We must be pa- There's such divinity doth hedge a king, tient; but I cannot choose but weep, to think, they That treason can but peep to what it would, would lay him i' the cold ground. My brother shall Acts little of his will.–Tell me, Laertes, know of it, and so I thank you for your good coun- Why thou art thus incens'd. —Let him go, Ger sel.—Come, my coach! Good niglat, ladies ; good Speak, pan. night, sweet ladies: good night, good niglit. [E.cit.

Laer. Where is my father ? king. Follow her close; give her good watch, King.

Dead. pray you.

[Exit Horatio.

Queen. 0! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs King. Let him demand his fill. All from her father's deatl:. “And now, behuld, Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with, O Gertrude, Gertrude !

To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! When sorrows come, they come not single spies, Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! But in battalions. First, her father's slain ; I dare damnation. To this point I stand, Next, your son gone; and he most violent author That both the worlds I give to negligence, of his own just remove : the people muddied, Let come what comes, only I'll be reveng'd Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whis-Most throughly for pers, [greenly King

Who shall stay sa
For good Polonius' death, and we have done but

Laer. My will, not all the world's:
In dhugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia, And, for my means, I'll husband them so well,
Divided from herself, and her fair judgment, They shall go far with little.
Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts : King

Good Laertes,
Last, and as much containing as all these,

If you desire to know the certainty Her brother is in secret come from France,

Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revence, Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,

That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and toc, And wants not buzzers to insect his ear

Winner and loser ? With pestilent speeches of his father's death ;

Laer. None but his enemies. Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,

King. Will nothing stick our persons to arruign

Laer. To his good friends'thus wide I'll ope I In ear and ear. O! my dear Gertrude, this, And, like the kind life-rendering pelican, [artai Like to a murdering e piece, in many places Repost them with my blood. Gives me superfluous death. (A noise within.?

King. Queen.

Alack ! what noise is this? Like a good child, and a true gentleman, King. Attend!

That I am guiltless of your father's death, Where are my 'Switzers ? Let them guard the door. And am most sensibly in grief for it, What is the matter?

It shall as level to your judgment 'pear,
2 Enter a Gentleman, in haste.

As day does to your eye.
Save yourself, my lord;

Danes. [ Within.] Let her come in.
The ocean, overpeering of his list,

Laer. How now! what noise is that !
Enls not the flats with more impetuous haste,

Re-enter OpbeLIA, still distracted.
Thun young Laertes, in a riotous bead,
O’erbears your officers! The rubble call him, 'king; Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!

O heat, dry up my brains ! tears seven times salı

By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weiglet, *"Don'd," i. c., put on.-b" Dupp'd," i. e., opened.--" Gronly," i, P., unskiliully.--"In bugger.mugger," i. e., B“ Trail,” i, e., scent. - Hounds run counter when the Swizers were royal guards.

lied; spotless.

my father,

Will you know then, thes!

Why, now you speaks

Till our scale turns the beam. O rose of May ! SCENE VI.-Another Room in the Same.
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia !
O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits

Enter Horatio, and a Servant.
Should be as mortal as an old man's life?

Hor. What are they, that would speak with me? Nature is a fine in love; and, where 'tis fine,

Serr. Sailors, sir: they say, they have letters for you. It sends some precious instance of itself

Hor. Let them come in. [Exit Serdant. After the thing it loves.

I do not know from what part of the world Oph. They bore him bare-fac'd on the bier;

I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet.

Enter Sailors.
Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny: 1 Sail. God bless you, sir.

And in his grave rain'd many a tear ; Hor. Let him bless thee too.
Fare you well, my love !


1 Sail. He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade re- letter for you, sir: it comes from the ambassador that

was bound for England, if your name be Horatio, as It could not move thus.

Oph. You must sing, Doron a-down, an you call I am let to know it is. him a-down-a. O, how the wheel becomes it! It

Hor. [Reads.) “ Horatio, when thou shalt have is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter. over-looked this, give these fellows some

means to Laer. This nothing's more than matter.

the king : they have letters for him. Ere we were Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike apă pray you, love, remember: and there is o pansies ; blow of sail, we put on a compelled valor ; and in

pointment gave us chase. Finding ourselves too that's for thoughts.

Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and re- the grapple I boarded them on the instant they membrance fitted.

got clear of our ship, so I alone became their pris Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines :

oner. They have dealt with me like thieves of merthere's rue for you; and here's some for me: we cy; but they knew what they did: I am to do a may call it, herb of grace o' Sundays: --you may I have sent; and repair thou to me with as much

good turn for them. Let the king have the letters wear your rue with a difference.—There's a daisy: I would give you some violets; but they withered haste as thou would'st fly death. I have words to all when my father died. They say, he made a good speak in thine ear will make thee dumb; yet are

they much too light for the bore of the matter. end,

These good fellows will bring thee where I am. For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,— [Sings. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for Laer. Thought and affliction ; passion, hell itself, England: of them I have much to tell thee. FareShe turns to favor, and to prettiness.


He that thou knowest thine, HAMLET." Oph. And will he not come again ? [Sings. Come, I will give you way for these your letters ; And will he not come again?

And do't the speedier, that you may direct me No, no, he is dead;

To him from whom you brought them. [Exeunt. · Gone to his death-bed, He never will come again.

SCENE VII.-Another Room in the Same.
His beard 3 was white as snow,

Enter King and LAERTES.
All flaten was his poll;
He is gone, he is gone,

King. Now must your conscience my acquittance
And we cast away moan :

seal, God ha' mercy on his soul !

And you must put me in your heart for friend,

(Sith you have heard, and with a knowing eur, And of all Christian souls ! I pray God.-God be That he, which hath your noble father slain, wi' you ! [Erit Ophelia, * dancing distractedly. Pursu'd my life. Laer. Do you see this, O God ?

It well appears. But tell me, King. Laertes, I must d commune with your grief, Why you proceeded not against these feats, Or you deny me right. Go but apart,

So criminal and so capital in nature, Make choice of whom your winest friends you will, As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things else, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me. You mainly were stirr'd up. If by direct, or by collateral hand


O! for two special reasons, They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give,

Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd, Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours,

But yet to me they are strong. The queen, his mother, To you in satisfaction ; but if not,

Lives almost by his looks; and for myself, Be you content to lend your patience to us, (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which) And we shall jointly labor with your soul

She's so conjunctive to my life and soul, To give it due content.

That, as the

star moves not but in his sphere, Laer. Let this be so:

I could not but by her. The other motive, His means of death, his obscure funeral,

Why to a public count I might not go, No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his bones, Is the great love the general 6 gender bear him ; No noble rite, nor formal ostentation,

Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone, That I must call't in question.

Convert his "gyves to graces ; 80 that my arrows, King.

So you shall;

Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind,
And, where th' offence is, let the great axe fall. Would have reverted to my bow again,
I pray you, go with me.

[Exeunt. And not where I had aim'd them.


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Laer. And so have I a noble father lost,

And to such wond'rous doing brought his horse, A sister driven into desperate terms;

As he had been incorps'd and demi-natur'd Who was, if praises may go back again,

With the brave beast. So far he topp'd my thought, Sole challenger on mount of all the age

That I, in forgery of shapes and uicks, For her perfections. But my revenge will come.

Come short of what he did. King. Break not your sleeps for that: you must Laer.

A Norman, was'ı? not think,

King. A Norman. That we are made of stuff so flat and dull,

Laer. Upon my life, Lamord. That we can let our beard be shook with danger, King.

The very same. And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more: Laer. I know him well: he is the brooch, indeed, I loved your father, and we love ourself;

And gem of all the nation. And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine,

King. He made confession of you; How now! what news ?

And gave you such a masterly report,

For art and exercise in your defence,
Enter a Messenger.

And for your rapier most especially,

Letters, my lord, from Hamlet. That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed, This to your majesty: this to the queen.

If one could match you: the dscrimers of their nation, King. From Hamlet! who brought them ? He swore, had neither motion, guard, por eye,

Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not: If you oppos'd them. This report of his They were given me by Claudio, he receiv'd them Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy, Of him that brought them.

That he could nothing do, but wish and beg King

Laertes, you shall hear them. Your sudden coming o'er, to play with you. Leave us.

[Exit Messenger. Now, out of this, [Reads.] “ High and mighty, you shall know, I am Laer.

What out of this, my lord ? set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg King. Laertes, was your father dear to you? leave to see your kingly eyes; when I shall, first Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occasions A face without a heart ? of my sudden and more strange return. HAMLET." Laer,

Why ask you this? What should this mean? Are all the rest come back? King. Not that I think you did notlove your fatler, Or is it some abuse, and no such thing ?

But that I know love is begun by time; Laer. Know you the hand ?

And that I see, in passages of proof,
King. 'Tis Hamlet's character. "Naked,”—Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
And, in a postscript here, he says, “alone :" There lives within the very flame of love
Can you advise me ?

A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it,
Laer. I'm lost in it, my lord. But let him come: And nothing is at a like goodness still ;
It warms the very sickness in my heart,

For goodness, growing to a 'pleurisy,
That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,

Dies in his own too-much. That we would do, “ Thus diddest thou."

We should do when we would; for this “ Fould" King. If it be so, Laertes,

(As how should it be so ? how otherwise ?) And hath abatements and delays as many;
Will you be ruled by me ?

As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents :
Ay, my lord;

And then this “ should” is like a spendthrift's sigh, So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace.

That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o' the ulcer. King. To thine own peace. Ifhe be now return'd,- Hamlet comes back : what would you undertake, As liking not his voyage, and that he means To show yourself your father's son in deed, No more to undertake it, -I will work him

More than in words ? To an exploit, now ripe in my device,


To cut his throat i' the church. Under the which he shall not choose but fall;

King. No place, indeed, should murder sancteAnd for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,

arize; But even his mother shall uncharge the practice, Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laer And call it accident,

Will you do this, keep close within your chariber, Laer.

My lord, I will be rul'd; Hamlet, return’d, shall know you are come horas. The rather, if you could devise it so,

We'll put on those shall praise your excellence, That I might be the organ.

And set a double varnish on the fame, King.

It falls right. The Frenchman gave you ; bring you in fine together, You have been talk'd of since your travel much, And wager on your heads: he, being 6 remiss, And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality

Most generous, and free from all contriving, Wherein, they say, you shine: your sum of parts Will not peruse the foils; so that with ease, Did not together pluck such envy from him, Or with a little shuffling, you may choose As did that one; and that, in my regard,

A sword ' unbated, and in a pass of practice of the unworthiest & siege.

Requite him for your father.
What part is that, my lord ? Laer.

I will do't ;
King. A very riband in the cap of youth, And, for that purpose, I'll anoint my sword.
Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes

I bought an unction of a mountebank,
The light and careless livery that it wears, So mortal, that but dip a knife in it,
Than settled age his sables, and his weeds, Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,
Importing health and graveness.—Two months since, Collected from all simples that have virtue
Here was a gentleman of Normandy:
I have seen myself, and sery'd against the French,

b"In forgery of," i. e., in imagining.And they can well on horseback; but this gallant

ornament - Scrimers" (Fr. escrimeters), fencers Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat;

passages of proof," i e, in daily experience. Plasti! here means superabundance.-5" Remiss," 1. e, incautions

not blanted, as foile usually are. -* *A pass of practice," te. ." of the unworthiest siege," i. e., of the lowest rank. an insidious thrust.

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