Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope

my arms;
And, like the kind life-rendering pelican,
Repast them with my blood.
King.

Why, now you speak
Like a good child, and a true gentleman.
That I am guiltless of your father's death,
And am most sensibly in grief for it,
It shall as level to your judgment pierce,
As day does to your eye.

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,
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye !
By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,
Till our scale turns the beam. O rose of May !
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia !-
O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits
Should be as mortal as an old man's life?
Nature is fine in love : and, where 'tis fine,
It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves.
Oph. [sings.]

They bore him barefaced on the bier ;
Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny;
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?
And will he not come again?

No, no, he is dead,

Go to thy death-bed,
He never will come again.
His beard as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll :
He is gone, he is gone,

And we cast away moan :

Gramercy on his soul ! And of all Christian souls ! I pray God. God be wi' you!

[Exit. Laer. Do you see this, O God? 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,
Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours,
To you in satisfaction ; but, if not,
Be you content to lend your patience to us,
And we shall jointly labour with your soul
To give it due content.
Laer.

Let this be so; His means of death, his obscure burial — No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his bones, No noble rite, nor formal ostentation, 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.

Sery.

Hor.

Enter Horatio, and a Servant. Hor. What are they that would speak with me?

Sailors, sir; They say, they have letters for you.

Let them come in.

[Exit Servant. I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet.

Enter Sailors. 1 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. Rosen. crantz 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.

Fareweltor Engleseni

SCENE VII.- Another Room in the same.

Enter King and LAERTES.
King. Now must your conscience my acquit.

tance 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,
So crimeful and so capital in nature,
As by your safety, wisdom, all things else,
You mainly were stirr'd up.
King.

O, for two special reasons; Which may to you, perhaps, seem much un

sinew'd, And yet to me they are strong. The queen, his

mother, Lives almost by his looks; and for myself, (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,) She's so conjunctive to my life and soul, That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, I could not but by her. The other motive, Why to a public count I might not go, Is the great love the general gender bear him : Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, Would, like the spring that turneth wood to

stone, Convert his gyves to graces ; so that my arrows, Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind, Would have reverted to my bow again, And not where I had aim'd them.

Laer. And so have I a noble father lost; A sister driven into desperate terms; Whose worth, if praises may go back again, Stood challenger on mount of all the age For her perfections :-but my revenge will come. King. Break not your sleeps for that : you

must not think That we are made of stuff so flat and dull, That we can let our beard be shook with danger, And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear

more : I loved your father, and we love ourself ; And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine,