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Shards, flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on her i
Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants,
Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home
Of bell and burial.: - * - Laer. Must there no more be done ? Priest. No more be done; ... " 240
We should profane the service of the dead,
To sing a requiem, and such rest to her
As to peace-parted souls. t
Laer. Lay heri the earth ;- -
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May, violets spring!—I tell thee, churlish priest,
A ministring angel shall my sister be,
When thou liest howling.
Ham. What, the fair Ophelial -
Queen. Sweets to the sweet :, Farewel ! 255
- * - [Scattering flowers.
I hop'd, thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife;
I thought, thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,
And not have strew'd thy grave. -
Laer. O, treble woe -
Fall ten times treble on that cursed head, , ,
Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense . .
Depriv'd thee of l—Hold off the earth a while,
*Till I have caught her once more in mine arms:
[LAERTE's leaps into the grave.
Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead;
*Till of this flat a mountain you have made, 26o
To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head
Of blue:Olympus.. . . . . - - - - - -
Ham. [advancing.] What is he, whose grief Bears such an emphasis whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandring stars, and makes them stand Like wonder-wounded hearers? this is I, [HAMLET leaps into the grave. Hamlet the Dane. Laer. The devil take thy soul! [Grappling with him. Ham. Thou pray'st not well. I pr’ythee, take thy fingers from my throat; 27e For, though I am not splenetive and rash, Yet have I in me something dangerous, Which let thy wisdom fear: Hold off thy hand. King. Pluck them asunder. Queen. Hamlet, Hamlet 1 All. Gentlemen,-Hor. Good my lord, be quiet. [The attendants part them. Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme, Until my eye-lids will no longer wag. Queen. O my son 1 what theme * 28o Flam. I lov'd Ophelia; forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my sum. —What wilt thou do for her Aing. O, he is mad, Laertes. Queen. For love of God, forbear him. Jiam. Shew me what thou’lt do: Woo't weep? woo’t fight? woo’t fast? woo’t tear thyself * Woo't drink up Esil! eat a crocodile ? 1'll do't.—Dost thou come here to whine?
To out-face me with leaping in her grave? 290
Be buried quick with her, and so will I :
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us; till our ground,
Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
Make Ossa like a wart Nay, an thou’lt mouth,
I'll rant as well as thou.
Queen. This is mere madness :
And thus a while the fit will work on him;
Anon, as patientas the female dove,
When that her golden couplets are disclos'd, 3oo
His silence will sit drooping.
Ham. Hear you, sir; . * *
What is the reason that you use me thus *
I lov'd you ever : But it is no matter;
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. [Exit.
Aing. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.—
Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech;
. [To LAERTES.
We'll put the matter to the present push- 309
Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.—
This grave shall have a living monument :
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
*Till then in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt.
A Hall in the Palace. Enter HAMLET, and Horatio.
Ham. So much for this, sir: now shall you see the , other;-
You do remember all the circumstance 2
Hor. Remember it, my lord!
Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, That would not let me sleep; methought, I lay Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly, And prais’d be rashness for it–Let us know, 322 Our indiscretion sometime serves us well, When our deep plots do fail: and that should teach
uS, . . .
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will. .
Hor. That is most certain.
Ham. Up from my cabin, My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark Grop'd I to find out them : had my desire; Tinger'd their packet; and, in fine, withdrew To mine own room again: making so bold, 33e My fears forgetting manners, to unseal Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio, A royal knavery; an exačt command,Larded with many several sorts of reasons, Importing Denmark's health, and England's too, With, hol such bugs and goblins in my life, That, on the supervise, no leisure bated,
-- - - No,
No, not te stay the grinding of the axe,
My head should be struck off.
, Hor. Is’t possible - 34e Ham. Here's the commission; read it at more lei. Sure.
But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed?
Hor. Ay 'beseech you. -
Ham. Being thus benetted round with villainies,
Ere I could make a prologue to my brains,
They had begun the play;-I sat me down;
Devis’d a new commission; wrote it fair:
I once did hold it, as our statists do,
A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much
How to forget that learning; but, sir, now 35°
It did me yeoman's service : Wilt thou know .
The effect of what I wrote *
• Hor. Ay, good my lord.
Ham. An earnest conjuration from the king,-
As England was his faithful tributary;
As love between them like the palm might flourish,
As peace should still her wheaten garland wear,
And stand a comma 'tween their amities;
And many such like as's of great charge,
That, on the view and knowing of these contents,
Without debatement further, more, or less, 36t
He should the bearers put to sudden death,
Not shriving time allow'd.
Hor. How was this seal’d . . * * Ham. Why, even in that was heaven ordinant; I had my father's signet in my purse, * *