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O heavens! is't possible a young maid's wits
many a tear; Fare you well, my dove! . Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade re
venge, It could not move thus. Oph. You must sing, Down a-down, an you call him a-down-a.
400 o, how the wheel becomes it! 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 ; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
Laer. A document in inadness; 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 wither'd all when
my father died :-They say, he made a good end,
415 For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy L
Laer. Thought, and affliction, passion, hell itself, She turns to favour, and to prettiness, Oph. And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead,
Go to thy'death-bed,
His beard was as white as show,
And we cast away moan;
Godľa' mercy on his soul! And of all Christian souls! I pray God. God be
'[Exit OPHELIA. Laer. Do you see this, o God?
King. Laertes, 'I must common with your grief, Or you deny me right. Go but apart, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you'and me: If by direct or by collateral hand They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give, Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours,
you in satisfaction; but, if not,
Laer. Let this be so ;
No noble rite, nor formal ostentation,
King. So you shall;
Another Room. Enter HORATIO, with a Servant.
Serv. Sailors, sir ;
Hor. Let them come in.--
Sail. God bless
sir. Hor. Let him bless thee too.
Sail. He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter for
you, sir : it comes from the embassador that was bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
Horatio reads the letter.
HORATIO, when thou shalt have overlook'd this, give these fellows some means to the king ; they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a Lij
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; fram 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 ļ have much to tell thee. Farewel.
479 He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet,
Come, I will make you way for these your letters ;
Another Room. Enter the King, and Laertes, : King. Now must your conscience my'acquittance
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 :-Bụt tell me, Why you proceeded not against these feats,
490 So crimeful and so capital in nature, As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things else, You mainly were stirr'd up?
king. O, for two special reasons ; Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd, And yet to me they are strong. The queen, his
mother, Lives alınost by his looks; and for myself (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which), She is so conjunctive to my life and soul, That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, 500 I could not but by her. The other motive, Why to a publick count I might not go, Is, the great love the general gender bear him: Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, Work, like the spring that turneth wood to stone, Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows, Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind, Would have revested to my bow again, And not where I had aim'd them.
Laer. And so have I a noble father lost; 510 A sister driven into desperate terms; Whose worth, if praises may go back again, Stood challenger on mount of all the age For her perfeclions :-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, Liij