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And, in a postscript here, he says, alone :

Time qualifies the spark and fire of its Can you advise me?

There lives within the very flame of love Lrer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come: A kind of wick, or snuff, that will ahate it ; It warms the very siekness in my heart,

And nothing is at a like goodness still; That I shali live and tell him to his teetha

For goodness, growing to a plurisy, Thus diddest thou.

Dies in his own too-much. That we would do, King. If it be so, Laertes,

We should do when we would; for this would change As how should it be so? bow otherwise ?

And hath abatements and delays as many, Will you be rul'd by me?

As there are tongues are hands, are accidents; Laer. Ay, my lord ;

And then this should is like a spendthrift sigh, So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace.

That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o'the vice: King. To thine own peace. If he be now return'd, Hainlet comes back ; What would you undertake, As checking at his voyage, and that he means To show yourself in deed your father's sod No more to undertake it,--I will work him

More than in words? To an exploit, now ripe in my device,

Laer.

To cut his throat i'the ebürth Under the which he shall not choose but fall :

King. No place, indeed, should murder sunetuarize ; And for his leath no wind of blame shall breathe ; Revenge should have no bounds. ' Beż, good Laerten, But even his mother shall uncharge the practice, Will you do this, keep close within your chamber : And call it, accident.

Hamlet, return'd, shall know you are come home: Laer.

My Lord, I will be rul'd; We'll put on those shall praise your excellence, The rather, if you could devise it so,

And set a double varnish on the fame That I night be the organ

The Frenchman gave you; bring you, in fine, together, King. It falls right.

And wager o'er your beads : he, being reniss, You have been talk'd of since your travel much, Most generous, and free from all contriving, And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality

Will not peruse the foils ; so that, with case, Wherein, they say, you shine : your sum of parts Or with a little shuffling, you may choose Did not together pluck such envy from him,

A sword unbated, and in a pass of practice, As did that one ; and that, in my regard,

Requite him for your father, of the upwortbiest siege.

Laer.

I will do't : Laer.

What part is that, my lord? || And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my sword. King. A very ribband in the cap of youth,

I bought an unction of a mountebank, Yet needful too ; for youth no less becomes

So mortal, that but dip a knife ia ing The light and careless livery that it wears,

Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare Than settled age his sables, and his weeds,

Collected from all simples that have virtue Importing health and graveness.-Two mouths since, | Under the moon, can save the thing from death, Here was a gentleman of Normandy,

That is but scratch'd withal : I'll touch my point I bare scen myself, and serv'd against, the French, With this contagion ; that, if I gall bim slightly, And they can well on borseback: but this gallant It may be death. Had witchcraft in't ; he grew unto his seat;

King Let's further think of this; And to such wond'rous doing brought his horse, Weigh, what convenience, both of time and meant, As he had been incorps'd and demi-natur'd

May fit us to our shape : if this should fail, With the brave beast : So far he topp'd my thought, And that our drift look through our bad performabr, That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,

'Twere better not assay'd; therefore this project Come short of what he did.

Should have a back or second, that might hold, Lacr. A Norman was't?

If this should blast in proof. Soft ;-let me see. King. A Norman.

We'll make a solenm wager on your cubningsLaer. Upon my life, Lamord.

I hat : King

The very same.

When in your motion you are hot and dry, Lacr. I know him well: He is the brooch, indeed, (As make your bouts more violent to that end.) And gem of all the nation.

And that he calls for drink, I'll have preferr'd him King. He made confession of you;

A chalice for the nonce ; whereon but sipping, And gave you such a masterly report,

If he by chance escape your venom'd stack, For art and exercise in your defence,

Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what noix? And for your rapier most especial,

Enter Queen. That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed,

How now, sweet queen? If one could match you : the serimers of their nation, Qucen. One woe doth tread upon another's lieel, He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, So fast they follow :-Your sister's drown'd, Laertes, If you oppos'd them : Sir, this report of his

Laer. Drownd ! O, where? Did Hamlet so envedom with his enry,

Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brand, That he could nothing do, but wish and beg

That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Your sedilen coming o'er, to play with you.

Therewith fantastic garlands did she wake Now, out of this,

Of crow-lowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, Lner.

What out of this, my lord ? That liberal shepherds give a grosser nadie, King. Laertes, was your father dear to you? But our cold maids do dead mea's fingers eall them: Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,

There on the pendent bouglis her coronet weds A face without a heart ?

Clambering to hang, an enrious sliver broke;
Lner.
Why ask yon this?

When down lier weedy trophies, and herself,
King. Not that I think, you did not love your father; Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
But that I know, love is begun by time ;

And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her up: And that I sce, in passages of proof,

Which time, she chaunted snatches of pld tunes ;

uor.

ness.

As one incapable of her own distress,

1 Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith ; the gallows Or like a creature native and indu'd

does well : But how does it well? it does well to those Unto that element : but long it could not be, that do ill: now thou dost ill, to say, the gallows is Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,

built stronger than the church; argal, the gallows may Pullid the poor wretch from her melodious lay do well to thee. To't again ; come. To muddy death.

2 Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipLaer. Alas then, she is drown't ?

wright, or a carpenter? Queen. Drown'd, drown'd.

1 Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke. Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, 2 Clo. Marry, now I can tell. And therefore I forbid my tears : But yet

1 Clo. To't. It is our trick; nature her eustom holds,

2 Clo. Mass, I cannot tell. Let shame say what it will : when these are gone,

Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance The woman will be out.--Adieu, my lord ! I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,

1 Clo. Cudgel thy brains no more about it; for your But that this folly drowns it.

[Exit. dull ass will not mend his pace with beating; and, King.

Let's follow, Gertrude; when you are asked this question next, say, a grava Ilow much I had to do to calm his rage !

maker; the houses that he makes, last till dooinsday. Now fear I, this will give it start again ;

Go, get thee to Yaughan, and fetch me a stoup of liqTherefore, let's follow. (Exeunt.

[Exit 2 Clowns 1 Clown digs, and sings.

In youth, when I did love, did love,
ACT V.

Methought, it was very sweet,

To contract, 0, the time. for, ah, my bchove SCENE I.-A Churchyard. Enter two Clowns, with

0, methought, there zvas nothing meet.
Spades, &c.
1 Clown.

Ham. Has this feilow no feeling of his business? he IS she to be buried in christian burial, that wilfully || ings at grave-making. seeks her own salvation ?

Hor. Custom hath made it in him a property of easi2 Clo. I tell thee, she is ; therefore make her grave straight : the crowner bath set on her, and finds it

Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employinent christian burial.

hath the daintier sense. i Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned herself 1 Clo. But age with his stealing steps, in her own defence ?

Hath claw'd me in his clutch, 2 Clo, Why, 'tis found so.

And hath shipped me into the land, i Clo. It must be se offendendo; it cannot be else. As if I had never been such. (Throtos up a scull. For here lies the point: If I drown myself wittingly,

Ham. That scull had a tongue in it, and could sing it argues an act : and an act hath three branches ; it

once: How the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it is, to act, to do, and to perform : Argal, she drowned

were Cain's jaw-bove, that did the first murder! Bl.is herself wittingly,

might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now 2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver.

o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent Goù, might i Clo. Give me leave. Here lies the water ; good :

it not? here stands the man; good: If the man go to this wa

Hor. It might, my lord. ter, qui drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he goes ;

Ham. Or of a courtier; which could say, Good

more mark you that : but if the water come to him, and

row, sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord: This might drown him, he drowns not himself : Argal, he, that is not guilty of his own death, shortens not his own life. horse, when he meant to beg it; might it not?

be my lord such-a-one, that praised my lord such-a-one's 2 Clo. But is this law?

Hor. Ay, my lord. 1 Clo. Ay, marry is't ; crowner's-quest law.

Ham. Why, e'en so: and now my lady Worm's ; 2 Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not

chapless, and knocked about the mazzard with a sex. been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out

ton's spade: Here's fine revolution, an we had the trick of christian burial.

to see't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding, 1 Clo. Why, there thou say'st: And the more pity ;

but to play at loggats with them? mine ache to think that great folks shall have countenance in this world

ou't. to drown or hang themselves, more than their even christian. Come, my spade. There is no ancient

i Clo. A pick-are, and a spade, a spade, . [Sings. gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers;

For-and a shruuding-sheet : they hold up Adam's profession.

0, a pit of clay for to be made 2 Clo. Was be a gentleman ?

For such a guest is meet. [Thorts up a scull. 1 Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms.

Ham. There's another: Why may not that be the 2 Clo. Why, he had none.

scull of a lawyer? Where be luis quiddits now, his quil 1 Clo. What, art a heathen? How dost thou under lets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he stand the scripture? The scripture says, Adam digged: | suffer this rude knave how to knock him about the could he dig without arms? I'll put another question sconce with a dirty slovel, and will not tell him of his to thee: if thou answerest me not to the purpose, con action of battery? Fiump!! This fellow might be in's fess thy self

uime a great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recor2 Clo, Go to.

nizances, lais ânes, his double vouchers, his recovcries: 1 Clo. What is he, that builds stronger than either || Is this the fine of his fines, and the recovery of his 18. the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?

coveries, to lare his fine pate full of fine dirt? will his 2 Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives | vouchers vouch him to more of his purchases, and a thonsand terranes.

donble ones 190, than the length and breadth of a pait

of indentures? the very conveyances of his lands will || poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head mee. To bardly lie in this box; and must the inheritor himself same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. have no more? ha?

Ham This?

[Takes the soul Hor. Not a jot more, my lord.

1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins? Ham. Alas, poor Yorick !-I knew him, Horatio; a Hor. Ay, my lord, and of calves-skins too.

fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he lach Ham. They are sheep, and calves, which seek out borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, born assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow:-Whose

abhorred in my imagination it is! mø gorge riest grave's this, sirrah?

it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I kv 1 Clo. Mine, sir.

not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your in 0, a pit of clay for to be made (Sings.

bols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that sex For such a guest is mect.

wont to set the table on a roar? not one now, to shoes

your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen? now get sera Ham. I think it be thine, indeed ; for thou liest in't. | to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let het paint an ined

1 Clo. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not thick, to this favour she must come; make her langt Fours : for my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is mine. at that.-Prythee, Horatio, tell me one thing.

Ham. Thou dost lie in't, to be in't, and say it is Hor. What's that, my lord? thine: 'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this fad. thou liest.

ion i'the earth? 1 Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again, from Hor. E'en so. me to yoll.

Ham. And smelt so ? pah! (Throtes down them Ham. What man dost thou dig it for?

Hor. E'en so, my lard. 1 Cio. For no man, sir.

Ham. To what base uses we may retum, Horatie! Ham. What woman then?

Why may not imagination trace the noble dost of 4 1 Clo. For none neither.

lexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole? Ham. Who is to be buried in't ?

Hor. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to considers 1 Clo. One, that was a woman, sir ; but, rest her soul, Ham. No, 'faith, not a jot; but to follow him this she's dead.

er with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead x: di Ham. How absolute the knave is! We must speak thus ; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Aku by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the lord, der returneth to dust; the dust is earth ; of earth a Horatio, these three years I have taken note of it; the make loam : And why of that loam, whereto her age is grown so picked, that the toe of the peasant converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel ? comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. Imperious Cæsar, dead, and turn'd to clay, -How long last thou been a grave-maker?

Might stop a hole to keep the wind a way: 1 Clo. Of all the days i'the year, I came to't that day O, that the eartb, which kept the world in awe. that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras. Should patch a wall to expel the winter's this! Ham. How long's that since ?

But soft! bat soft! aside ;-Here comes the king 1 Cló. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that: it was that very day that young Hamlet was born : he

Enter Priests, úr. in procession; the Corpure that is mad, and sent into England.

lia, Laertes and Mourners follozeing; King, 42, Ham. Ay, marry, why was he sent into England ?

their Trains, c. 1 Clo. Why, because he was mad: he shall recover The queen, the courtiers : Who is this they foll! his wits there; or, if he du not, 'lis po great matter And with such maimed rites! This doth betoketi, there.

The corse, they follow, did with desperate hand Hum. Why?

Fordo its own life. 'Twas of some estate: 1 člo. 'Twill not bc secn in him there; there the || Couch we a while, and marke [Retiring with a men are as mad as be.

Laer. What ceremony else? Ham. How came he mad?

Ham.

That is Laertes, 1 Clo. Very strangely, they say.

A very noble youth : Mark. Ham. How strangely?

Lacr.

What ceremony ok? 1 Clo. 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits.

1 Pricst. Her obsequies have been as far enlarge Ham. Upon what ground?

As we have warranty: Her death was doubtful; 1 Clo. Why, here in Denmark; I have been sexton | And, but that great command o'ersways the order, herc, man, and boy, thirty years.

She should in ground unsanetified have lodg Ham. How long will a man lie i'the earth ere he rot? Till the last trumpet ; for charitable prayers,

1 Clo. 'Faith, if he be not rutten before he die, (as Shards, flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on ka: we have many pocky corses now-a-days, that will scarce Yet bere she is allow'd her virgin crants. hold the laying in,) lie will last you some eight year, | Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home or nine year; a tanner will last yon nine year. Of bell and burial. Hom. Why he more than another?

Lacr. Must there no more be done ? i Clo. Why, sir, his bride is so tanned with his trade, 1 Priest,

No more be deze that he will keep out water a great while ; and your We should profane the service of the dead, water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body. To sing a requiem, and such rest to her Here's a scull now hath lain you i'the earth three and As to peace-parted souls. twenty years.

Lay her i'the earth ;Ham. Whose was it?

And from her fair and unpolluted fiesh 1 Co. A whoreson mad fellow's it was; Whose do Níny violets spring!-I tell thee, charlish priest, you think it was?

A minist'ring angel shall my sister be, Hom. Nay, I know not.

When thou liest bowling. 1 [lo. A pescilence on him for a mad rogue ! le liam

What, the fair Opheia!

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Laer.

Queen. Sweets to the sweet : Farewell !

An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;

(Scattering flowers. Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt. I hop'd, thou should'st have been my Hamlet's wife; I thought, thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,

SCENE 11.- A Hall in the Castle. Enter Hamlet

and Horatio. And not have strew'd thy grave. Laer.

O, treble woe Ham. So much for this, sir: now shall you see the Fall ten times treble on that cursed head,

other;Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense

You do remember all the circumstance? Depriv'd thee of !-Hold oif the earth a while,

Hor. Remember it, my lord! TU I have caught her once more in mine arms : Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting,

[Leaps into the grave.

That would not let me sletp: methougbt, I lay Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead; Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly, Till of this flat a mountain you have made,

And prais'd be rashness for it, -Let us know, To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head

Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, of blue Olympus.

When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach us, Ham. (Advancing.) What is he, whose grief There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Bears such an emphasis ? whose phrase of sorrow Rough-hew them how we will.

Hor. Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand

That is most certain. Like wonder-wounded hearers ? this is I,

Ham. Up from my cabin, Hamlet the Dane.

[Leaps into the grave. | My sea-gown scart'd about me, in the dark Laer. The devil take thy soul!

Grop'd I to find out them : had my desire ;

[Grappling with him. || Finger'd their packet; and, in fine, withdrew Ham. Thou pray'st not well.

To mine own room again : making so bold, I proythee, take thy fingers from my throat ;

My fears forgetting manners, to unseal For, though I am not splenetive and rash,

Their grand commission ; where I found, Horatio, Yet have I in me something dangerous,

A royal knavery; an exact command, Which let thy wisdom fear : Hold off thy hand. Larded with many several sorts of reasons, King. Pluck them asunder.

Importing Denmark's health, and England's too, Queen.

Hamlet, Hamlet ! With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life,
All. Gentlemen,-

That, on the supervise, no leisure bated,
Hor.
Good my lord, be quiet.

No, not to stay the grinding of the axe,
[The Attendants part them, and they come out My head should be struck off.

of the grave
Hor.

Is't possible?
Ham. Why, I will fight with bim upon this theme,

Ham. Here's the commission; read it at more leie Until my eyelids will no longer wag. Queen. O my son! what theme?

But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed? Ham. I lov'd Ophelia ; forty thousand brothers

Hor. Ay, 'beseech you. Could not, with all their quantity of love

Ham. Being thus benetted round with villanics, Make up my sum.- What wilt thou do for her?

Or I could make a prologue to my brains, King. O, he is mad, Laertes.

They had begun the play ;-I sat me down; Quern. For love of Goul, forbear him.

Devis'd a new commission; wrote it fair : Ham. 'Zounds, show me what thou'lt do:

I once did hold it, as our statists do, Woul't weep? woul't fight? Woul't fast? woul't tear A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much thyself?

How to forget that learning; but, sir, now Woul't drink up Esil? eat a crocodile?

It did me yeoman's service. Wilt thou know I'll do't.-Dost thou come here to whine ?

The effect of what I wrote? To outface me with leaping in her grave?

Ay, good my lord. Be buried quick with her, and so will I:

Hom. An earnest conjuration from the king, And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw As England was his faithful tributary; Millions of acres on us; till our ground,

As love between them like the palm might flourish; Singeing his pate against the burning zone,

As peace should still her wheaten garland wear,
Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thoul't mouth, And stand a comma 'tween their amities;
I'll rant as well as thou.

And many such like as's of great charge,--
Queen.

This is mere madness : That, on the view and knowing of these contents, And thus a while the fit will work on him;

Without debatement further, more, or less, Anon, as patient as the female dove,

He should the bearers put to sudden death, When that her golden couplets are disclos'd

Not shriving-time allow'd. . His silence will sit drooping.

Hor.

How was this seald ;
Ham.
Hear you, sir;

Ham. Why, even in that was heaven ordinant ;
What is the reason that you use me thus?

I had my father's signet in my purse, I lovid you ever: But it is no matter;

Which was the model of that Danish seal ; Let Hercules himself do what he may,

Folded the writ up in form of the other ; The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. (Exit. || Subscrib'd it; gave't the impression; plac'd it safely, King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him. The changeling never known : Now, the next day

[Exit Horatio. Was our sea-tight; and what to this was sequent Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech; Thou know'st alıcady.

(To Laertes. Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't. We'll put the matter to the present push

Ham. Why, man, they did make love to this enaGood Gertrude, set some watch over your son,

ployment; This grave sball have a living monument :

They are not near my conscience; their defeat

sure.

Hor.

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Does by their own insinuation grow:

Ham. The concernancy, sir ? why do we wrap the 'Tis dangerous, when the baser nature comes

gentleman in our more rawer breath? Between the pass and fell incensed points

Osr. Sir? Of mighty opposites.

Hor. Is't not possible to understand in another Hor.

Why, what a king is this! tongue? You will do't, sir, really. Ham. Does it not, think thee, stand me now upon ? Hamn. What imports the nomination of this grade He that hath killa my king, and whor'd my mother ; man? Popp'd in between the election and my hopes ;

Osr. Of Laertes ? Thrown out his angle for my proper life,

Hor. His purse is empty already; all his golden And with such cozenage; ist not perfect conscience,

words are spent. To quit him with this arm ? and is't not to be damn’d, Ham. Or him, sir. To let this canker of our nature come

Osr. I know, you are not ignorantIn further evil?

Fiam. I would, you did, sir; yet, in faut, if youč, Hor. It must be shortly known to him from Eng

would not much approve me ;-Weli, sir, land, What is the issue of the business there.

Osr. You are not ignorant of what exeellence Ler

tes is— Ham. It will be short: the interim is mine; And a man's life no more than to say, one.

Ham. I dare not confess that, lest I should compare But I am very sorry, good Horatio,

with him in excellence; but, to know a man wd, That to Laertes I forgot myself;

were to know himself. For by the image of my cause, I see

Osr. I inean, sir, for his weapon ; but in the itapa The portraiture of his : 1'0 count his farours;

tation laid on him by them, in his meud he's out!

lowed: But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me

Ham. What's his weapon?
Into a towering passion.

Osr. Rapier and dagger.
Hor.
Peace; wlio comes here?

Ham. That's two of his weapons ; but, well.

Osr. The king, sir, hath wagered with him sis Dar Enter Osrie.

bary horses: against the which he has impunehal Osr. Your lordship is right welcome back to Den take it, six French rapiers and poniarus, with their # inark.

signs, as girdle, hangers, and so: Three of the car Ham. I humbly thank you, sir.-Dost know this wa

riages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, vory na ter-fly?

sive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, and of rap Hor. No, my good lord.

liberal conceit. Ham. Thy state is the more gracious; for 'lis a vice

Ham. What call you the carriages ? to know him : He liath much land, and fertile: let a

Hor. I knew you must be edified by the margiat, beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the ere you had done. king's roess: "Tis a chough ; but, as I say, spacious in

Osr. The carriages, sir. are the hangers the possession of dirt.

Ham. The phrase would be more german to like Osr. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I matter, if we could carry a cannon by our sidus; I should impart a thing to you from his majesty. would, it might be hangers till then. But, on: S

Ham. I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of spir Barbary horses against six French gwonis, there is it: Your bonnet to his right use ; 'tis for the head. signs, and three liberal-conceited carriages; that's Osr. I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot.

French bet against the Danish: Why is this impen Ham. No, believe me, 'cis very cold; the wind is ed, as you call it ? northerly.

Osr. The king, sir, liath laid, that in a dozen pak Osr. It is indifferent cold, my loril, indeed.

between yourself and fim, he shall not escort sa Ham. But yet, methinks it is very sultry and hot ; three hits ; he hath laid, on twelve for nine ; # or my complexion

would come to immediate trial, if your lastship verald Osr. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,-as vouchsafe the answer. 'cwere,- I cannot tell how.-My lord, his majesty bade Ham. How, if I answer, no? me signify to you, that he has laid a great wager on Ost. I mean, my lord, the opposition of your your head : Sir, this is the matter,

in trial. Ham. I beseech you, remember

Ham, Sir, I will walk here in the hall: If it please (Hamlet mores him to put on his hat. lris majesty, it is the breathing time of day with : 081*. Nay, gooul my lord; for my ease, in good faith. let the soils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the Sir bere is newly come to court, Laertes: believe me, king hold his purpose, I will win for him, if I cao; if an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent differen not, I will gain nothing but my shame, and the odd his ces, of very soft society, and great showing: Indeed, Osr. Shall deliver you so ? to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or calendar Ham. To this effect, sir; after what flourish you of gentry, for you shall find in liim the continent of nature will. what part a gentleman would see.

Osr. I commend my duty to your lorship. [Era Ham. Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in Han. Yours, yours.-He does well, to commend you ;-though, I know, to divide him inventorially, himself'; there are no tongues else for's turn. would dizzy the arithmetic of memory; and yet but Hor. This lapwing runs away with the shell on bio raw neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the hend. verity of exto!ment, I take him to be a soul of great Ham. He did comply with his dog, before he fuck article; and his infusion of such dearth and rareness, ed it. Thus has he (and many more of the same as, to make true diction of him, his semblable is his breed, that, I know, the drossy age dotes on.) obj mirror ; and, who else would trace him, his umbrage, il the tune of the time, and outward habit of encounter nothing more.

a kind of yesty collection, which carries them through Ost. Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him. and through the niost fond and winnowed opinis,

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