7 Shards, flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on her: Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home Laer. Must there no more be done? Priest. No more be done; We should profane the service of the dead, To sing a requiem, and such rest to her Laer. Lay her i' 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 Ophelia ! Queen. Sweets to the sweet : Farewel! 240 250 [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!-Hold off the earth a while, 'Till I have caught her once more in mine arms: [LAERTES leaps into the grave. Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead; "Till of this flat a mountain you have made, To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head Of blue Olympus. 260 Ham. Ham. [advancing.] What is he, whose grief Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Conaires the wandring stars, and makes them stand Like wonder-wounded hearers? this is I, Hamlet the Dane. [HAMLET leaps into the grave. Laer. The devil take thy soul! [Grappling with him. I pr'ythee, take thy fingers from my throat; Which let thy wisdom fear: Hold off thy hand. Queen. Hamlet, Hamlet ! All. Gentlemen,+ Hor. Good my lord, be quiet. 870 [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! what theme? Ham. 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? Queen. For love of God, forbear him. Ham. Shew me what thou'lt do: 280 Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself? Woo't drink up Esil! eat a crocodile ? I'll do't.--Dost thou come here to whine? Το To out-face me with leaping in her grave? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : 290 And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Queen. This is mere madness; And thus a while the fit will work on him; When that her golden couplets are disclos'd, What is the reason that you use me thus ? 300 The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. '[Exit, We'll put the matter to the present push.→→ 309 [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE II. 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? 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, Our indiscretion sometime serves us well, 320 When our deep plots do fail: and that should teach There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. Hor. That is most certain. 330 My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark No, No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, My head should be struck off. Hor. Is't possible? 340 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, Hor. Ay, good my lord. Ham. An earnest conjuration from the king,As England was his faithful tributary; 350 As love between them like the palm might flourish, And many such like as's of great charge,→→ 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, N 361 Which |