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Under the moon, can save the thing from death, 1 Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned her.
1 Clo. It must be se ofendendo; cannot be else. King.
Let's farther think of this; For here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly, Weigh, what convenience, both of time and means, it argues an act, and an acı hath three branches; it May fit us to our shape. If this should fail, is, to act, to do, and to perform : kargal, she drowned And that our drist look through our bad performance, herself wittingly. 'Twere better not assay'd: therefore, this project 2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver. Should have a back, or second, that might hold, 1 Clo. Give me leave. Here lies the water; good: If this should blast in proof. Soft!-let me see: here stands the man; good: if the man go to this We'll make a solemn wager on your bcunnings, water, and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he I ha't:
goes, mark you that; but if the water come to him, When in your motion you are hot and dry,
and drown him, he drowns not himself: argal, he (As make your bouts more violent to that end) that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his And that he calls for drink, I'll have preferr'd him
own life. A chalice for the enonce, whereon but sipping,
2 Clo. But is this law ? It be by chance escape your venom'd dstuck, 1 Clo. Ay, marry, is't ; crowner's quest-law. Our purpose may hold there. But stay! what noise ? 2 Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this bad Enter Queen.
not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried How now, sweet queen!
out of Christian burial. Queen. One woe doth tread
1 Clo. Why, there thou say'st; and the more upon
another's heel, So fast they follow.—Your sister's drown'd, Laertes. pity, that great folk shall have countenance in this Laer. Drown'd! O, where?
world to drown or hang themselves, more than their Queen. There is a willow grows ° aslant the brook, ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave
leven Christian. Come, my spade. There is no That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Therewith fantastic garlands did she make
makers ; they hold up Adam's profession. of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
2 Clo. Was he a gentleman? That 'liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
1 Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms. But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them.
2 Clo. Why, he had none. There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
1 Clo. What, art a heathen? How dost thou unClambering to hang, an envious sliver broke,
derstand the scripture? The Scripture says, Adam When down her weedy trophies, and herself,
digged: could he dig without arms? I put another Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide, question to thee: if thou answerest me not to the And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her up;
purpose, confess thyself
2 Clo. Go to. Which time she chanted snatches of old & lauds ; As one la incapable of her own distress,
1 Clo. What is he, that builds stronger than eitlier Or like a creature native and I reduc'd
the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter ? Unto that clement: but long it could not be,
2 Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives
a thousand tenants. Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
1 Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith : the gal
lows does well; but how does it well? it does well To muddy death. Laer. Alas! then, is she drown'd?
to those that do ill: now, thou dost ill to say the Queen. Drown'd, drown'd.
gallows is built stronger than the church : argal, the Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, gallows may do well to thee. To't again; come.
2 Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipAnd therefore I forbid my tears: but yet It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
wright, or a carpenter? Let shame say what it will: when these are gone,
1 Clo. Ay, tell me that, and m unyoke. The woman will be out.-Adieu, my lord :
2 Clo. Marry, now I can tell.
1 Clo. To't. I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, But that this folly drowns it.
2 Clo. Mass, I cannot tell. King.
Let's follow, Gertrude. Enter Hamlet and HORATIO, at a distance.
1 Clo. Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for
your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating ; Therefore, let's follow.
and, when you are asked this question next, say, a grave-maker: the houses that he makes, last till
doomsday. Go, get thee to yon'; fetch me a " stoop AOT V. of liquor.
[Exit 2 Clown. SCENE I-A Church Yard,
1 Clown digs, and sings. Enter tro Clowns, with Spades, fc.
In youth, when I did love, did love,
Methought it was very sweet, 1 Clo. Is she to be buried in Christian burial, that
To contract, O! the time, for, ah ! my behove, wilfully seeks her own salvation ?
0! methought, there was nothing meet. 2 Clo. I tell thee, she is; and therefore make her grave i straight: the crowner hath set on her, and that he sings at grave-making ?
Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business, finds it Christian burial.
Hor. Custom hath made it in him a property of
easiness. • Blast in proof, as firearms sometimes burst in proving their strength. Cunning is skill.-"A chalice for the nonce," i. e., a cup for the occasion. A stuck is a thrust. - Athwart -- "Liberal," i. e., licentious.-*" Lauds," i. e., * " Arga)," i. e, therefore Eren Christian for fello hymns,b " Incapable," i. e., unsusceptible. "Straight," Christian.-m“Unyoke," i. e., give over; yive it u;) -- " A i e, straightway; immediately..
stoop was a measure containing abyut huli a gulen,
Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employ. 1 Clo. For no man, sir. ment hath the daintier sense.
Ham. What woman, then? 1 Clo. But age, with his stealing steps,
1 Clo. For none, neither.
Ham. Who is to be buried in't ?
1 Clo. One, that was a woman, sir; but, rest her As if I had never been such.
soul, she's dead. [Throws up a scul).
Ham. How absolute the knave is: we must speak Ham. That scull had a tongue in it, and could by the 'card, or equivocation will undo us. By the sing once : how the knave jowls it to the ground, lord! Horatio, these three years I have taken note as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first mur
of it; the age is grown so k picked, that the toe of der! This might be the pate of a politician, which the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, this ass now o'er-reaches, one that would circumvent he galls his bkibe. How long hast thou been a God, might it not ?
grave-maker? Hor. It might, my lord.
1 Clo. Of all the days if the years, I came to'r Ham. Or of a courtier, which could say, “Good- that day that our last king Hamlet overcame For
tinbras. morrow, sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord ?” This might be my lord such-a-one, that praised my
Ham. How long is that since ? lord such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it, that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was
1 Clo. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell might it not ? Hor. Ay, my lord.
born ; he that is mad, and sent into England. Ham. Why, e'en so, and now my lady Worm's;
Ham. Ay, marry; why was he sent into England! chapless, and knocked about the mazzard with a
1 Clo. Why, because he was mad: he shall resexton's spade. Here's fine revolution, an we had cover bis wits there; or, if he do not, 'tis no grea: the trick to see't. Did these bones cost 'no more the matter there. breeding, but to play at loggats with them ? mine
Ham. Why? ache to think on't.
1 Clo. 'Twill not be seen in him there; there, ebe
men are as mad as he. 1 Clo. A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade, [Sings.
Ham. How came be mad?
1 Clo. Very strang ely, they say.
Ham. How strangely ?
1 Clo. 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits.
Ham. Upon what ground ? Ham. There's another: why may not that be the scull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddits now, his lon here, man, and boy, thirty years.
1 Clo. Why, here in Denmark. I have been ser quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him rot ?
Ham. How long will a man lie i'the earth ere be about the dsconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his action of battery? Humph! This (as we have many pocky corses now-9-days, tja
! 1 Clo. 'Faith, if he be not rotten before be die
, fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land, with will scarce hold the laying in) he will last you seme his statutes, his recognizances, his fines, his double eight year, or nine year: a tanner will last yoa nike vouchers, his recoveries: is this the fine of his fines,
year. and the recovery of his recoveries, to bave his fine
Ham. Why he more than another? pate full of fine dirt ? will his vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than trade, that he will keep out water a great while, and
1 Clo. Why, sir, his hide is so canned with bis the length and breadth of a pair of indentures ? The very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in body. Here's a scull now; this scull hatha luia saa
your water is a sore decayer of your whoreron dead this box, and must the inheritor himself have no i'the earth three-and-twenty years. more ? ha ?
Ham. Whose was it? Hor. Not a jot more, my lord.
1 Clo. A whoreson mad fellow's it was: mbase Ham. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins ?
do you think it was ? Hor. Ay, my lord, and of calf-skins too.
Ham. Nay, I know not. Ham. They are sheep, and calves, which seek out • assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow. poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once
1 Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad -Whose grave's this, sir !
same scull, sir, this same scull, sir, was Yori:k's 1 Clo. Mine, sir.
scull, the king's jester.
1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. I think, it be thine, indeed; for thou liest Ham. Let me see. Alas, poor Yorick ! –I keer in't.
him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most ex: 1 Clo. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not cellent fancy: be hath borne me on his back a thor yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, and yet it is sand times: and now, how abhorred in my imaginamine.
tion it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those Ham. Thou dost lie in't, to be in't, and say it is lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where thine : 'tis for the dead, not for the quick; there be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs fore, thou liest.
your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the 1 Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again, table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own from me to you.
grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now, get you to me Ham. What man dost thou dig it for?
lady's chamber, and tell her, let her point an ined
[Takes tke Scal.
• Loggats, an ancient game resembling quoits. "Quid. ""By the card," i, e., by the seamen's cerd, or compete dits," i. e., subtleties. _ Quillets," i. e., irivolous distinctions. - * The sconc.," i. e., the head.--Assurance is here with long pointed or picked toes, formerly so much wore i
8" The age has grown 80 picked" an allusion to the absen used in a double ser.se : deeds of parchment are called the England picked ie also curious, over-nice; hence the qualiha
blo. A kibe is a chilblain
common assurances of the realm.
thick, to this a favor she must come; make her laugh | Till of this flat a mountain you have made, at that.—Pr’ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. To o'er-top old Pelion, or the skyish head Hor. What's that, my lord ?
Of blue Olympus. Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o’this Ham. [ Advancing.) What is he, whose grief fashion i'the earth?
Bears such an emphasis ? whose phrase of sorrow Hor. E'en so.
Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand, Ham. And smelt so? pah! [Puts down the Scull. Like wonder-wounded bearers ? this is I, Hor. E'en so, my lord.
Hamlet the Dane. [Leaping into the Grave. Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio. Laer.
The devil take thy soul. Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of
[Grappling with him. Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole ? Ham. Thou pray'st not well. Hor. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider I pr’ythee, take thy fingers from my throat ;
For though I am not splenetic and rash, Ham. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him Yet have I in me something dangerous, thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand. it: as thus ; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, King. Pluck them asunder. 3[ They strive. Alexander returned into dust; the dust is earth; of Queen.
Hamlet! Hamlet! earth we make loam, and why of that loam, whereto All. Gentlemen !he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel? Hor.
Good my lord, be quiet. Imperial Cæsar, dead, and turn'd to clay,
[ The Attendants part them, and they come out Might stop a hole to keep the wind away:
of the grave. 0! that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme,
Should patch a wall t'expel the winter's bflaw!" Until my eyelids will no longer wag. But soft! but soft! aside :-here comes the king. Queen.
0 my son! what theme? Enter Priests, fc. in Procession; the Corpse of. Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Ham I lov'd Ophelia : forty thousand brothers Ophelia, LAERTES and Mourners following ; Make up my sum.- What wilt thou do for her ?
King, Queen, and their Trains.
King. O! he is mad, Laertes.
Queen. For love of God, forbear him. And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken,
Ham. 'Swounds! show me what thou'lt do: The corse they follow did with desperate hand Fordo its own life: 'twas of some destate.
Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't * storm ? woul't
tear thyself? Couch we awhile, and mark.
Woul't drink up Esill? eat a crocodile ? [Retiring lon one side with Horatio. I'll do't; 51'1 do't.-Dost thou come here to whine ? Laer. What ceremony else ? Ham.
That is Laertes,
To outface me with leaping in her grave ?
Be buried quick with her, and so will I:
And, if thou prate of mountains, let ibem throw 1 Priest. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'a Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
Millions of acres on us ; till our ground, As we have warranty: her death was doubtful;
Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, And but that grent command o'ersways the order,
I'll rant as well as thou. She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd,
This is mere madness : Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers,
And thus a while the fit will work on him. Shards, flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on her;
? Queen. Anon, as patient as the female dove, Yet here she is allow'd her virgin fcrants,
When that her golden b couplets are h disclos'd, Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home
His silence will sit drooping. Of bell and burial.
Hear you, sir : Laer. Must there no more be done!
What is the reason that you use me thus ? 1 Priest.
No more be done.
I lov'd you ever: but it is no matter ; We should profane the service of the dead,
Let Hercules himself do what he may, To sing 'sad requiem, and such rest to her
The cat will mew, the dog'll have his day. [Exit. As to peace-parted souls.
King. I pray you, good Horatio, wait upon him. Laer. Lay her i' the earth ;
[Exit HORATIO And from her fair and unpolluted fesh,
[ To Laertes.) Strengthen your patience in our May violets spring !-I tell thee, churlish priest,
last night's speech; A ministering angel shall my sister be,
We'll put the matter to the present push.
Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.-
An hour of quiet thereby shall we see;
[Strewing flowers. I hop'd thou should'st have been my Hamlet's wife : Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt. I thought thy bride-bed to have deck’d, sweet maid, And not to have strew'd thy grave.
SCENE II.-A Hall in the Castle. Laer.
0! treble woe
Enter HAMLET and HORATIO.
Ham. So much for this, sir : now shall you see Depriv'd thee of!-Hold off the earth awhile,
You do remember all the circumstances. Till I have caught her once more in mine arms.
[Leaping into the Grave. Hor. Remember it, my lord ! Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead,
Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting,
That would not let me sleep: methought, I lay * Faror is complexion, countenance.6" Flaw," i. e., blast. - Fordo," i. e., destroy.-- Estate for rank.--“ Shards," & The golden couplets alludes to the dove laying but two i e., broken tiles; rubbish. Crants," i. e., garlande. eggs.--*. Disclos'd," i. e., hatched.
Worse than the #mutines in the bilboes. Rashly, Ham. Does it not, think thee, stand me now And prais'd be rashness for it,-let us lown,
"uponOur indiscretion sometimes serves us well, [us, He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother; When our deep plots do 2 fail; and that should teach Popp'd in between th' election and my hopes; There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
His angle for my proper life thrown out, Rough-hew them how we will.
And with such cozenage-is't not perfect conscience, Hor.
That is most certain. To quit him with his own ? and is't not to be Ham. Up from my cabin,
To let this canker of our nature come (damu'd, My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark In farther evil?
(land, Grop'd I to find out them; had my desire ;
Hor. It must be shortly known to him from Eng. Finger'd their packet; and, in fine, withdrew What is the issue of the business there. To mine own room again : making so bold,
Ham. It will be short: the interim is mine; My fears forgetting manners, to 3 unfold
And a man's life no more than to say, one.
That to Laertes I forgot myself,
For by the image of my cause I see Importing Denmark's health, and England's too, The portraiture of his : I'll $court his favors: With, bo ! such d bugs and goblins in my
But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me That on the supervise, no leisure & bated,
Into a towering passion. No, not to stay the grinding of the axe,
Peace! who comes here! My head should be struck off.
Enter Osrick. Hor.
Osr. Your lordship is right welcome back to DesHam. Here's the commission: read it at more
Ham. I humbly thank you, sir.-Dost know this But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed ?
water-fly? Hor. I beseech you.
Hor. No, my good lord. Ham. Being thus benetted round with villains,
Ham. Thy state is the more gracious, for 'tis a Ere I could make a prologue to my brains,
vice to know him. He hath much land, and fertile: They had begun the play,- I sat me down,
let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand Devis'd a new commission ; wrote it fair.
at the king's mess : 'tis a Pchough; but, as I once did hold it, as our h statists do,
spacious in the possession of dirt. A baseness to write fair, and labor'd much
Osr. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, How to forget that learning ; but, sir, now
I should impart a thing to you from his majesty. It did me yeoman's service. Wilt thou know
Ham. I will receive it, sir, with all diligefice of The effect of what I wrote ?
spirit. Your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the Hor.
Ay, good my lord.
head. Ham. An earnest conjuration from the king,
Osr. I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot
. As England was his faithful tributary,
Ham. No, believe me, 'tis very cold: the wind is As love between them like the palm might flourish,
northerly. As peace should still her wheaten garland wear, Osr. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed. And stand a comma 'tween their amities,
Ham. But yet, methinks, it is very sultry, and his And many such like as's of great charge,
for my complexion. That on the view and know of these contents,
Osr. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry, ** Without debatement farther, more or less,
'twere, -I cannot tell how. But my lord, iris se} He should the bearers put to sudden death,
esty bade me signify to you, that he has laid a great Not *shriving time allow'd.
wager on your head. Sir, this is the matter,Hor.
How was this seal'd ?
Ham. I beseech you, remember Ham. Why, even in that was heaven 'ordinate.
[HAMLET moves him to put on his Ha. I had my father's signet in my purse,
Osr. Nay, in good faith; for mine ease, in grad Which was the model of that Danish seal;
faith. Sir, here is newly come to court, Laertes ; Folded the writ up in form of the other;
believe me, an absolute gentleman, full of most exSubscrib'd it; gave't th' impression ; plac'd it safely, cellent 9 differences, of very soft society, and great The mchangeling never known. Now, the next day showing: indeed, to speak feelingly of him, ben Was our sea-fight, and what to this was "sequent the 'card or calendar of gentry, for you shal. End Thou know'st already.
in him the continent of what part a gentleman world Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't. Ham. Why, man, they did make love to this em- Ham. Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in ployment:
you; though, I know, to divide him inventorials They are not near'my conscience; their defeat
would dizzy the arithmetic of memory; and yet be Does by their own insinuation grow.
raw neither, in respect of his quick sail. But
, in the 'Tis dangerous, when 6a baser nature comes
verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of grest Between the pass and fell incensed points
article; and his infusion of such dearth and rareness Of mighty opposites.
as, to make true diction of him, his semblable is his Hor. Why, what a king is this !
mirror; and who else would trace him, his umbrage,
nothing more. * Mutines for mutineers.--. Bilboes are fetters for the hands Osr. Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him. and feet brought from Bilboa, in Spain. -- " Scarf'd," i. e., Ham. The concernancy, sir? why do we Wrap thrown loosely on. —d Bugs for bugbears.--" In my life," the gentleman in our more rawer breath? 1. e., in my character and designs.--" On the supervise," i e., on the looking over.-8"No leisure bated," i, e., without loss of time.-- Statists are statesmen._i" Stand a com- o“ Stand me now upon," i. e., become incumbent 360 ma" i. e., stand as a note of connection.-Shriving-time is mc.-P A chough is a sort of jackdaw. * Excellent de time for confession." Ordinate," i. e., regular ; methodi. ences," i. e., distinguishing excellences-- The card." cal." Changeling," l. e. substitute. -O" WAS sequent," the chart. This speech is a ridicule of the court jargua i. e., followed after.
of that time.
got the tune of the time, and outward habit of benHor. Is't not possible to understand in another counter, a kind of yesty collection, which carries tongue ? You will do't, sir, really.
them through and through the most fond and winHam. What imports the nomination of this gen- nowed opinions; and do but blow them to their trial, tleman ?
the bubbles are out. Osr. Of Laertes ?
Enter a Lord. Hor. His purse is empty already; all his golden
Lord. My lord, his majesty commended him to words are spent.
you by young Osrick, who brings back to him, that Ham. Of him, sir.
you attend him in the ball : he sends to know, if Osr. I know, you are not ignorantHam. I would, you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you will take longer time.
your pleasure hold to play with Laertes, or that you did, it would not much approve me.-Well, sir. Osr. You are not ignorant of what excellence the king's pleasure : if his fitness speaks, mine is
Ham. I am constant to my purposes; they follow Laertes is. Ham. I dare not confess that, lest I should com
ready; now, or whensoever, provided I be so able pare with him in excellence; but to know a man
Lord. The king,and queen, and all are coming down. well were to know himself.
Ham. In happy time. Osr. I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the im
Lord. The queen desires you to use some gentle putation laid on him by them, in his ameed he's un
entertainment to Laertes, before you fall to play. fellowed.
Ham. She well instructs me. Ham. What's his weapon ?
Hor. You will love this wager, my lord. Osr. Rapier and dagger.
Ham. I do not think so: since he went into Ham. That's iwo of his weapons: but, well. Barbary horses: ngainst the which he has bimponed; all is here about my heart ; but it is no matter. Osr. The king, sir, hath wagered with him six France, I have been in continual practice; I shall
win at the odds. Thou wouldst not think, how ill As I take it, six French rapiers and poniards, with
Hor. Nay, good my lord, their assigns, as girdle, Changers, and so. Three of the carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, very ligain-giving, as would, perhaps, trouble a woman.
Ham. It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of responsive to the hilts, must delicate carriages, and of very liberal conceit.
Hor. If your mind dislike anything, obey it: I will
forestall their repair hither, and say you are not fit. Ham. What call you the carriages ? Hor. I knew, you most be edified by the d margin, special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it
Ham. Not a whit, we defy augury: there is a ere you had done.
'tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it Osr. The carriages, sir, are the hangers.
will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the Ham. The phrase would be more @germane to
readiness is all. Since no man, of aught he leaves, the matter, if we could carry a cannon by our sides : knows, what is't to leave betimes? Let be. I would, it miglit be hangers till then. But, on: six Barbary horses against six French swords, their Enter King, Queen, LAERTES, Lords, OSRICK, and assigns, and three liberal-conceited carriages; that's
Attendants with Foils, fc. the French bet against the Danish. Why is this King. Come, Hamlet; come, and take this hand imponed, as you call it ?
from me. Osr. The king, sir, hath laid, sir, that in a dozen [The King puts the hand of LAERTES into that pilsses between yourself and him, he shall not exceed
of Hamlet. you three hits : he hath laid on twelve, for nine; and Нат. . Give me your pardon, sir: I've done you that would come to immediate trial, if your lordship But pardon't, as you are a gentleman. [wrong; would vouchsafe the answer.
This presence knows, Ham. How, if I answer, no?
And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd Osr. I mean, my lord, the opposition of your per- With sore distraction. What I have done, son in trial.
That might your nature, honor, and exception, Ham. Sir, I will walk here in the hall : if it please Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness. his majesty, it is the breathing time of day with me, Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes ? Never, Hamlet: let the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and if Hamlet from himself be ta'en away, the king hold his purpose, I will win for him, if I And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes, can; if not, I will gain nothing but my shame, and Then Hamlet does it not; Hamlet denies it. the odd hits.
Who does it then? His madness. If't be so, Osr. Shall I deliver you so ?
Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd; Ham. To this effect, sir; after what flourish your His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy. nature will.
Sir, in this audience,
[ Exit. Free me so far in your most generous thoughts, Ham. Yours, yours.--He does well to commend That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, it himself; there are no tongues else for's turn. And hurt my brother. Hor. This lapwing runs away with the 'shell on Laer.
I am satisfied in nature,
Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most Ham. He did 6 comply with his dug before he To my revenge: but in my terms of honor, sucked it. Thus has be (and many more of the same I stand aloof, and will no reconcilement, breed, that, I know, the drossy age dotes on) only Till hy some elder masters, of known honor,
I have a voice and precedent of peace. Meed is merit. -- "Imponed,” 1. e., staked ; wagered. To keep my name 'ungor'd. But till that time, • Hangers are that part of the belt by which the sword is suspended. The commentary, in old books, was on the The "outward habit of encounter" is exterior politeneer margin of the leaf "Germane," i. e., akin. With the of address. Gain-giving,” i, e., misgiving.-" This pres. shell on his head." i. e., as soon as it is hatched.–6 "Com. ence,". i. e., the king and qucen. -1 Ungor'd," i. e., unply," 1 e., compliment.