King. How do you, pretty lady? 259 coph. Well, God 'ield you! They say, the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table! King. Conceit upon her father. Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this; but when they ask you, what it means, say you this: To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, All in the morning betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your Valentine: Then up he rose, and don'd his clothes, And dupt the chamber door; Let in the maid, that out a maid Never departed more. King, Pretty Ophelia ! 270 Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an end on't.. By Gis, and by Saint Charity, Alack, and fie for shame! Young men will do't, if they come to't ; By cock, they are to blame. Quoth she, before you tumbled me, You promis'd me to wed: He answers. An thou hadst not come to my bed. King. How long hath she been thus? 280 Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think, they should should lay him i' the cold ground: My brother shall know of it, and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies: good night, good might. [Exit. King. Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you. [Exit HORATIO. O! this is the poison of deep grief: it springs a All from her father's death: And now behold, ✪ -Gertrude, Gertrude, When sorrows come, they come not single spies, Next, your son gone; and he most violent author A pers, 300 For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly, In hugger-mugger to inter him: Poor Ophelia Her brother is in secret come from France: 310 [A Noise within. Queen. Queen. Alack! what noise is this? Enter a Gentleman. King. Attend. Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door : What is the matter? Gen. Save yourself, my lord; The ocean, over-peering of his list, Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste, 320 O'er-bears your officers! The rabble call him, lord; Antiquity forgot, custom not known, They cry, Choose we; Laertes shall be king! Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds Laertes shall be king, Laertes king! Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs. King. The doors are broke. Enter LAERTES, with others. 330 [Noise within. Laer. Where is this king?-Sirs, stand you all. Laer. I thank you:-Keep the door.-O thou vile king, Give me my father. Queen. Queen. Calmly, good Laertes. Laer. That drop of blood, that's calm, proclaims me bastard; Cries, cuckold, to my father; brands the harlot 340 King. What is the cause, Laertes, That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?— Why thou art thus incens'd:-Let him go, Gertrude ; Speak, man. Laer. Where is my father? King. Dead. Queen. But not by him. King. Let him demand his fill. 350 Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with : To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! King. Who shall stay you? 360 Laer. My will, not all the world's : And, for my means, I'll husband them so well, ، They shall go far with little. King. Good Laertes, If you desire to know the certainty Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge, That, sweep-stake, you will draw both friend and foe, Winner and loser? Laer. None but his enemies. King. Will you know them then? 379 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. It shall as level to your judgment 'pear, 380 As day does to your eye. Crowd within. Let her come in. Laer. How now! what noise is that? Enter OPHELIA, fantastically dress'd with Straws and Flowers. heat, dry up my brains! tears, seven times salt, Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye! By heaven, thy madness shall be pay'd with weight, Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia! 3 O heavens! |