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That we can let our beard be shook with danger,
Enter a Messenger.
King. From Hamlet! Who brought 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.
HIG H 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.
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? Læer. I am lost in it, my lord, But let him come;
It warms the very sickness in my heart,
King. If it be so, Laertes,-
be rul'd by me? Laer. Ay, my lord; you
will not o'er-rule me to a peace. King. To thine own peace.
If he be now rea" turn'd,
550 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; But even his mother shåll' uncharge the practice, And call it, accident.
Laer. My lord, I will be rul'd; The rather, if you could devise it so, That I might be the organ.
560 · King. It falls right. You have been talk'd of since your travel much, And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality Wherein, they say, you shine : your sum of parts Did not together pluck such envy from him, As did that one; and that, in my regard, Of the unworthiest siege.
Laer. What part is that, my lord ?
King. A very ribband in the cap of youth, Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes 570
The light and careless livery that it wears,
581 Come short of what he did.
Laer. A Norman, was't?
Laer. I know him well: he is the brooch, indeed, And gem of all the nation.
King. He made confession of you ; And gave you such a masterly report,
590 For art and exercise in your defence, And for your rapier most especial, That he cried out, 'Twould be a sight indeed, If one could match you : the scrimers of their nation, He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, If you oppos'd them : Sir, this report of his Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy, That he could nothing do, but wish and beg Your sudden coming o'er, to play with him.
Now out of this,
Laer. What out of this, my lord ?
King. Laertes, was your father dear to you? Or are you
like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart ?
Laer. Why ask you this?
changes, And hath abatements and delays as many, As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; And then this should is like a spendthrift sigh That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o'the ulcer: Hamlet comes back; What would you undertake, To shew yourself your father's son in deed 621 More than in words? 6. Laer. To cut his throat i' the church. King. No place, indeed, should murder sanctua
Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes, Will you do this, keep close within your
Hainlet, return'd, shall know you are coinę home :
Laer. I will do't:
King. Let's further think of this;
I ha't :