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King. Follow her close, give her good watch, I pray you;
[Exit Horatio. This is the poison of deep grief; it springs All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude ! When sorrow's come, they come not single spies, But in battalions. First, her father slain ; Next your son gone, and he most violent author Of his own just remove ; the people muddied, Thick and unwholsome in their thoughts and whispers, For good Polonius' death; (we've done but greenly, In privite to inter him); poor Ophelia, Divided from herself, and her fair judgment; (Without the which we're pictures, or mere beats): Lait, and as much containing as all these, Her brother is in secret come from France : Feeds on this wonder, keeps himself in clouds, And wants not buzzers to infect his ear With peftilent speeches of his father's death; Wherein neceflity, of matter beggar'd, Will nothing stick our persons to arraign In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this, Like to a murthering piece, in many places Gives me superfluous death! [ A noise within. Queen. Alack! what noise is this?
S CE NE VI. Enter a Melenger. King. Where are my Switzers ? let them guard the What is the matter?
[door. Mil. Save yourself, my Lord. The ocean, overpeering of his list, Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste, Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, O’erbears your officers; the rabble call him Lord : And as the world were now but to begin, Antiquity forgot, cuitom not known, The ratifiers and
every ward ; “ Chuse we Laertes for our King.” Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds; “ Laertes thall be King, Laertes King."
Queen. How chearfully on the false trail they cry! Oh, this is counter, you falle Danish dogs. [Noise within.
Enter Laertes, with a party at the door.
[Exeunt. Laer. I thank you, keep the door. O thou vile King, give me my father.
Queen. Calmly, good Laertes.
Laer. That drop of blood that's calm, proclaims me Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot (bastard; Even here, between the chaste and unsmirch'd brow Of my true mother.
King. What is the cause, Laertes, That thy rebellion looks so giant-like? Let him go, Gertrude ; do not fear our person: There's such divinity doth hedge a King, That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of its will. 'Tell me, Laertes, Why are you thus incens’d ? Let him go, Gertrude. Speak, man. Laer. Where is
Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
King. Who shall stay you?
Laer. My will, not all the world ;
King. Good Laertes,
dear father, is't writ in your revenge, (That sweep-stake) you will draw both friend and foe,
Winner and loser ?
Laer: None but his enemies.
Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms,
King. Why, now you speak
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many a tear ;
[venge, Oph. You must fing, down a-down, and 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's pancies, 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 daily; I would give you
some violets, but they withered all when my father dy'd : they fay, he made a good end;
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
And will be not come again?
Gramercy on his soul!
Laer. Do you see this, you gods?
King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
Laer. Let this be fo.
And where th’offence is, let the great tax fall.
[Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Enter Horatio with an A1!endant.
Hor: What are they that would speak with me?
[Exit Sertant. I do not know from what part of the work! I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hulet.
Sail. He shall, Sir, an't please him. There's a letter for you, Sir: it comes from th’ambassador that was bound for England, if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
Horatio reads the letter. Horatio, when thou phalt have overlook'd this, give these fellowus fone means to the King: they have leiters for him.
Ere we were two days old at fea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chace. Finding ourselves too now 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 zuhat they did : I am to do a good turn for then.
Let the King have the letters I have sent, and repair thou to me with as much hafte as thou wouldest fly death. I have words to speak in thy ear will make thee dumb, yet are they much for light for the matter. These good fel
too lows will bring thies where I am. Rosincrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England. Of them I have much to tell thee. Farewel.
He that thou knowest thine, HAMLET.
Come, I will make you way for these your letters;
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