Enter Priests, &c. in Procession; the Corpse of this, 4tos, The queen, the courtiers: Who is that they fol is't, that. 1632. low?. And with such maimed rites! This doth betoken, Couch we awhile, and mark. A [Retiring with HORATIO. That is Laertes, LAER. What ceremony else? НАМ. very noble youth: Mark. LAER. What ceremony else? 1 PRIEST. Her obsequies have been as far en larg'd As we have warranty: Her death was doubtful; der,d She should in ground unsanctified have lodged, her, Yet here she is allowed her virgin rites,(7) maimed rites] Curtailed, imperfect. Fordo its own life] Destroy. "Wold to God it might be leful for me to fordoo myself, or to make an end of me." Acolastus, 1549. STEEVENS. See M. N. Dr. V. 2. Puck. 'Twas some estate] High personage, of rank or station. As, "your greatness, and this noble state." Tr. and Cr. I. 3. Patrocl. The quartos read " 'Twas of some estate." d command o'ersways the order] The course, which ecclesiastical rules prescribe. Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home LAER. Must there no more be done? 1 PRIEST. No more be done: We should profane the service of the dead, LAER. Lay her i'the earth And from her fair and unpolluted flesh, May violets spring! (I tell thee, churlish priest, (30) A minist'ring angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. HAM. What, the fair Ophelia ! QUEEN. Sweets to the sweet: Farewell! [Scattering Flowers. I hop'd, thou should'st have been my Hamlet's wife; I thought, thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet * So 4tos. LAER. • bringing home of bell and burial] Conveying to her last home with these accustomed forms of the church, and this sepulture in consecrated ground. Fall ten times treble] See "treble in silence." Haml. • ingenious sense] Life and sense. I. 2. terrible woer and wooer, 1623, 32. • double, 4tos. L ⚫ grief, 4tos. HAM. [Advancing.] What is he, whose griefs Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow conjure, Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them 1623. stand Like wonder-wounded hearers? this is I, Hamlet the Dane. [Leaps into the Grave. The devil take thy soul! [Grappling with him. LAER. HAM. Thou pray'st not well. I pr'ythee, take thy fingers from my throat; For, 4tos. Sir, though I am not splenetive and rash, Yet have I in me something dangerous, • So 4tos. Which let thy wisdom fear: Hold off thy hand. QUEEN. ALL. Gentlemen, HOR. Hamlet, Hamlet! Good my lord, be quiet. [The Attendants part them, and they come out of the Grave.] HAM. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme, Until my eyelids will no longer wag. QUEEN. O my son! what theme? HAM. I lov'd Ophelia; forty thousand brothers QUEEN. For love of God, forbear him. HAM. 'Zounds,* show me what thou❜lt do: come, 1632. Wou'lt weep? wou'lt fight? wou'lt fast? wou'lt tear thyself? Wou'lt drink up Esil ?(3) eat a crocodile? I'll do't.-Dost thou come here to whine? outface me with leaping in her grave] Brave me. See As you, &c. III. Rosal. Be buried quick with her, and so will I: (32) KING.(3 This is mere madness: And thus a while the fit will work on him; When that her golden couplets are disclos'd,(3) НАМ. Hear you, sir; [Exit. KING. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him. [Exit HORATIO. Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech; с [TO LAERTES. We'll put the matter to the present push.- Till then, in patience our proceeding be. our ground] The earth about us. [Exeunt. The cat will mew, and dog, &c.] "Things have their appointed course; nor have we power to divert it," may be the sense here conveyed; though the proverb is in general applied to those who for a time fill stations to which their merits give them no claim. Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech] Let the consideration of the topics, then urged, confirm your resolution taken of quietly waiting events a little longer. SCENE II. A Hall in the Castle. 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 fight ing, That would not let me sleep; (36) methought, I lay ⚫ deep, 4to. When our dear plots do pall:) and that should teach us, There's a divinity that shapes our ends, HOR. HAM. Up from my cabin, That is most certain. My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark And praise be rashness for it] Praise be to rashness! So the folios. The quartos read prais'd. Let us know] Be it understood. ⚫ an exact command] Distinct, direct. |