That inward breaks, and fhews no caufe without Ref. Will't pleafe you go, my Lord? Ham. I'll be with you ftrait, go a little before. [Exe. Manet Hamlet. "How all occafions do inform against me, "And fpur my dull revenge? What is a man, "If his chief good and market of his time "Be but to fleep and feed? a beat, no more. "Sure, he that made us with fuch large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not "That capability and god-like reafon "To ruft in us unus'd. Now, whether it be "Beftial oblivion, or fome craven fcruple "Of thinking too precifely on th' event, (A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wiidom, "And ever three parts coward), I do not know Why yet I live to fay this thing's to do; "Sith I have caufe, and will, and ftrength, and means "Led by a delicate and tender prince, Expofing what is mortal and unfure "To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, Το To hide the flain? O then, from this time forth, SCENE V. Changes to a palace. Enter Queen, Horatio, and a Gentleman. Indeed, distract; her mood will needs be pitied. Gent. She speaks much of her father; fays, she hears, There's tricks i' th' world; and hems, and beats her heart; Spurns enviously at ftraws; fpeaks things in doubt, That carry but half fenfe: her fpeech is nothing, Yet the unfhaped ufe of it doth move The hearers to collection; they aim at it, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; Which, as her winks, and nods, and geftures yield them, Indeed would make one think, there might be thought; Tho' nothing fure, yet much unhappily. Hor. 'Twere good fhe were spoken with, for fhe may Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. [ftrow Let her come in.. Queen. To my fick foul, as fin's true nature is, It fpills itself, in fearing to be spilt. Enter Ophelia difiracted. Cph. Where is the beauteous Majefty of Denmark? Queen. How now, Ophelia ? Oph. How Should I your true love know from another one? By his cockle hat and fiaf, and his fandal fhoon. [Singing. He's dead and gone, Lady, he's dead and gone; Enter Enter King. Queen. Nay, but Ophelia Oph. Pray you, mark. White the Shroud as the mountain-fnow. Oph. Larded all with fweet flowers ; King. How do ye, pretty Lady? Oph. Well, God yield you! They fay, the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table ! King. Conceit upon her father. Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this; but when they ask you what it means, fay you this: To-morrow is St. Valentine's day, all in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, to be your Valentine. Then up be rofe, and don'd his cloaths, and dept the chamber-door; Let in the maid, that out a maid never departed moré. King Pretty Ophelia ! Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an end on't. By Gis, and by S. Charity, Alack, and fie for fhame! Young men will do't, if they come te't,- Qusth fhe, before you tumbled me, You promis'd me to wed: So would I ba' done, by yonder fun, And thou had not come to my bed. King. How long has he been thus ? Oph I hope all will be well. We must be patient; but I cannot chufe but weep, to think, they fhould Jay him i' th' cold ground; my brother fhall know of it, and fo I thank you for your good counsel Come, my coach; good night, Ladies; good night, fweet Ladies; good night, good night. 03 [Exit. King King. Follow her clofe, give her good watch, I pray you; [Exit Horatio. This is the poifon of deep grief; it fprings Next your fon gone, and he most violent author Divided from herfelf, and her fair judgment; Queen. Alack! what noife is this? [A noife within. SCENE VI. Enter a Messenger. King. Where are my Switzers? let them guard the What is the matter? Me. Save yourself, my Lord. The ocean, overpeering of his lift, Eats not the flats with more impetuous hafte, Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, [door. O'erbears your officers; the rabble call him Lord: The cry, "Chufe we Laertes for our King." Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds; "Laertes fhall be King, Laertes King!" Queen. How chearfully on the falfe trail they cry! Oh, this is counter, you falfe Danish dogs. [Noife within. Enter Enter Laertes, with a party at the door. King. The doors are broke. Laer. Where is this King? Sirs! stand you all with out. All. No, let's come in. Laer. I pray you give me leave. ` Laer. I thank you, keep the door. O thou vile King, give me my father. [Exeunt. Laer. That drop of blood that's calm, proclaims me Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot [bastard; Even here, between the chafte and unfmirch'd brow Of my true mother. King. What is the caufe, Laertes, That thy rebellion looks fo giant-like? Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person: That treafon can but peep to what it would, Why are you thus incens'd? Let him go, Gertrude. Speak, man. Laer. Where is my father? King. Dead. Queen. But not by him. King Let him demand his fill. Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with: To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackelt devil! Confcience and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation; to this point I ftand, King Who fhall ftay you? Laer. My will, not all the world; And for my means, I'll husband them so well, If King. Good Laertes, you defire to know the certainty Of your dear father, is't writ in your revenge, (That fweep-ftake) you will draw both friend and foe, |