Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms; And, like the kind life-rendering pelican, Repast them with my blood. Danes. [within.] Let her come in. Laer. How now! what noise is that? Enter OPHELIA. O heat, dry up my brains! tears, seven times salt, O heavens is't possible, a young maid's wits Oph. [sings.] They bore him barefaced on the bier; And on his grave rains many a tear ; Fare you well, my dove! Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, It could not move thus. Oph. [sings.] You must sing a-down a-down, An you call him a-down-a. 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, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. Laer. A document in madness; 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-grace o' Sundays: oh, you must wear your rue with a difference.There's a daisy:-I would give you some violets; but they withered all, when my father died :— they say, he made a good end, [Sings.] For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy, Laer. Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself, She turns to favour, and to prettiness. Oph. [sings.] And will he not come again? Go to thy death-bed, He never will come again. His beard as white as snow, And we cast away moan: Gramercy on his soul ! And of all Christian souls! I pray God. God be wi' you! Laer. Do you see this, O God? [Exit. ing. Laertes, I must commune 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, Be you content to lend your patience to us, Laer. No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his bones, Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, That I must call't in question. King. So you shall; And, where the offence is, let the great axe fall. I pray you, go with me. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-Another Room in the same. Enter HORATIO, and a Servant. Hor. What are they that would speak with me? Serv. Sailors, sir; Let them come in. They say, they have letters for you. Hor. [Exit Servant. I do not know from what part of the world Enter Sailors. I Sail. God bless you, sir. Hor. Let him bless thee too. I Sail. He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter for you, sir; it comes from the ambassadors that was bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is. Hor. [reads.] Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the king; they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chace. Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour; 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; I am 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 wouldst 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 I have much to tell thee. Farewell. He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet. Come, I will give you way for these your letters; And do't the speedier, that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them. [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-Another Room in the same. Enter KING and LAERTES. King. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, And 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, Pursued my life. Laer. It well appears :-but tell me, Why you proceeded not against these feats, As by your safety, wisdom, all things else, 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 almost by his looks; and for myself, Is the great love the general gender bear him : stone, Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows, Laer. And so have I a noble father lost ; A sister driven into desperate terms; That we are made of stuff so flat and dull, more : I loved your father, and we love ourself; And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine,— |