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Hey no nonny, nonny hey nonny ;
And in his grave rain'd many a tear ;Fare you well, my dove ! Laer. Had'st thou thy wits, and didst persuade re
venge, It could not move thus.
Oph. You must sing, 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 you, 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 of grace o’Sundays :—you may 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,
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,–
Laer. Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself, She turns to favour, and to prettiness.
Oph. And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead,
His beard was as white as snow,
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan ;
And of all christian souls ! I pray God. God be wil
Laer. Let this be so;
King. So you shall;
[Exeunt. SCENE VI.- Another Room in the same.
Enter HORATIO, and a scrvant.
Sero. Sailors, sir;
[Erit 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 ambassador 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; and 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 would'st 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;
SCENE VII.-Another room in the same.
Enter King and Laertes.
Laer. It well appears :—But tell me,
King. O, for two special reasons; Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd, But yet to me they are strong. The queen, his mother, Lives almost by his looks; and for my self, (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,) She is 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, VOL. XI.
Why to a publick count I might not go,
Laer. And so have I a noble father lost;
King. Break not your sleeps for that: you must not
Enter a Messenger. Mess. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet : This to your majesty ; this to the queen.
King. From Hamlet! who brought them?
Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw them not; They were given me by Claudio, he receiv'd them Of him that brought them.
King. Laertes, you shall hear them :-Leave us.
[Exit Mess. [Reads.] High and mighty, you shall know, I am set