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1st Clo. Mine, sir.

1st Clo. 'Faith e'en with losing his wits.
Ham. Upon what ground?

1st Clo. Why, here in Denmark. I have been 0, a pit of clay for to be made

sexton here, man and boy, thirty years. For such a guest is meet.

Ham. How long will a man lie i' the earth ere Ham. I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest

he rot ? in 't.

1st Clo. 'Faith, if he be not rotten before he 1st Clo. You lie out on 't, sir, and therefore it die (as we have many pocky corses now-a-days, is not yours : for my part, I do not lie in 't, yet it that will scarce hold the laying in), he will last is mine.

you some eight year, or nine year: a tanner will Ham. Thou dost lie in 't, to be in 't, and say it last you nine year. is thine : 't is for the dead, and not for the quick; Ham. Why he more than another? therefore thou liest.

1st Clo. Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with 1st Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 't will away again, his trade, that he will keep out water a great from me to you.

while; and your water is a sore decayer of your Ham. What man dost thou dig it for? whoreson dead body. Here's a skull now hath 1st Clo. For no man, sir.

lain you i' the earth three-and-twenty years. Ham. What woman then ?

Ilam. Whose was it? 1st Clo. For none, neither.

1st Clo. A whoreson mad fellow's it was : whose Ham. Who is to be buried in 't?

do you think it was? 1st Clo. One that was a woman, sir; but, rest | Ham. Nay, I know not. her soul, she's dead.

1st Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue ! Ham. How absolute the knave is! we must he poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. This same skull, sir, was Yorick’s skull, the king's By the Lord, Horatio, these three years I have jester. taken note of it; the age is grown so picked, that Ham. This ?

. [Takes the skull. the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the 1st Clo. E'en that. courtier, he galls his kibe. — How long hast thou Ham. Alas, poor Yorick !—I knew him, Hobeen a grave-maker ?

ratio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent 1st Clo. Of all the days i' the year, I came to 't fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand that day that our last king Hamlet overcame For- times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination tinbras.

it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips Ham. How long is that since ?

that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where 1st Clo. Cannot you tell that? every fool can be your gibes now? your gambols ? your songs? tell that: it was that very day that young Ham- your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set let was born; he that is mad, and sent into the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your England.

own grinning ? quite chapfaln? Now get you to Ham. Ay, marry, why was he sent into Eng- my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an land ?

inch thick, to this favor she must come: make her 1st Clo. Why, because he was mad : he shall laugh at that. — Pr'y thee, Horatio, tell me one recover his wits there; or if he do not, 't is no thing. great matter there.

Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Why?

Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o’ this 1st Clo. ’T will not be seen in him there; there fashion i' the earth? the men are as mad as he.

Hor. E'en so. Ham. How came he mad?

Ham. And smelt so? pah! 1st Clo. Very strangely they say.

[Throws down the skull. Ham. How strangely ?

Hor. E'en so, my lord.

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Ham. To what base uses we may return, Ho- Laer. Lay her i’ the earth ; ratio? Why may not imagination trace the noble And from her fair and unpolluted flesh . dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung- May violets spring !- I tell thee, churlish priest, hole?

A ministering angel shall my sister be, Hor. 'T were to consider too curiously, to con- When thou liest howling. sider so.

Ham. What, the fair Ophelia ! Ham. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him Queen. Sweets to the sweet : farewell! thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to

[Scattering flowers. lead it :— as thus : Alexander died, Alexander I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife: was buried, Alexander returneth to dust; the dust I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet is earth ; of earth we make loam : and why of maid, that loam whereto he was converted, might they And not have strewed thy grave. not stop a beer-barrel ?

Laer. O, treble woe Imperial Cæsar, dead, and turned to clay, Fall ten times treble on that cursed head Might stop a hole to keep the wind away: Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense O, that that earth which kept the world in awe, Deprived thee of ! — Hold off the earth awhile,

Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw! Till I have caught her once more in mine arms: But soft; but soft! aside :- here comes the king,

[Leaps into the grave.

Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead; Enter Priests, &c., in procession ; the corpse of

Till of this flat a mountain you have made OPHELIA ; LAERTES, and Mourners, following ; To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head KING, QUEEN, their Trains, &c.

Of blue Olympus. The queen, the courtiers : who is this they follow? Ham. [advancing). What is he whose grief And with such maiméd rites ! This doth betoken, Bears such an emphasis ? whose phrase of sorrow The corse they follow did with desperate hand | Conjures the wondering stars, and makes them Foredo its own life. 'T was of some estate : I stand Couch we awhile, and mark.

Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I, [Retiring with Horatio. Hamlet the Dane. [Leaps into the grave. Laer. What ceremony else?

Laer. The devil take thy soul ! Ham. That is Laertes,

[Grappling with him. A very noble youth: mark.

Ham. Thou pray'st not well. Laer. What ceremony else?

I pr’ thee take thy fingers from my throat; 1st Priest. Her obsequies have been as far en- For though I am not splenetive and rash, larged

Yet have I in me something dangerous, As we have warranty: her death was doubtful; Which let thy wisdom fear: hold off thy hand. And, but that great command o'ersways the order, King. Pluck them asunder. She should in ground unsanctified have lodged Queen. Hamlet, Hamlet ! Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers, All. Gentlemen, Shards, flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on Hor. Good my lord, be quiet. her;

[The Attendants part them, and they come out Yet here she is allowed her virgin crants,

of the grave. Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home | Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this Of bell and buriai.

theme, Laer. Must there no more be done?

Until my eyelids will no longer wag. 1st Priest. No more be done !

Queen. O my son! what theme? We should profane the service of the dead,

Ham. I loved Ophelia ; forty thousand brothers To sing a requiem, and such rest to her

Could not, with all their quantity of love, As to peace-parted souls.

Make up my sum. — What wilt thou do for her ?

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King. O, he is mad, Laertes.

Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly, Queen. For love of God, forbear him.

And praised be rashness for it, – let us know, Ham. 'Zounds, shew me what thou ’lt do: Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul’t fast? woul’t When our deep plots do pall; and that should tear thyself ?

teach us, Woul 't drink up Esil ? eat a crockodile? There's a divinity that shapes our ends, I'll do 't: I'll do 't. — Dost thou come here to Rough-hew them how we will. whine ?

Hor. That is most certain. To outface me with leaping in her grave ?

Ham. Up from my cabin, Be buried quick with her, and so will I: My sea-gown scarfed about me, in the dark And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Groped I to find out them : had my desire ; Millions of acres upon us; till our ground, Fingered their packet; and, in fine, withdrew Singeing his pate against the burning zone, To mine own room again : making so bold, Make Ossa like a wart ! — Nay, an thou ’lt My fears forgetting manners, to unseal mouth,

Their grand commission ; where I found, Horatio, I'll rant as well as thou.

A royal knavery; an exact command, Queen. This is mere madness :

Larded with many several sorts of reasons, And thus awhile the fit will work on him; Importing Denmark's health, and England's too, Anon, as patient as the female dove,

With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life, — When that her golden couplets are disclosed, That, on the supervise, no leisure bated, His silence will sit drooping.

No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, Ham. Hear you, sir :

My head should be struck off. What is the reason that you use me thus?

Hor. Is 't possible ? I loved you ever. But it is no matter;

Ham. Here's the commission; read it at more Let Hercules himself do what he may,

leisure. The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed ?

[Exit. Hor. Ay, 'beseech you. King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon Ham. Being thus benetted round with villanies, him. —

[Exit HORATIO. Ere I could make a prologue to my brains, Strengthen your patience in our last night's They had begun the play :- I sat me down; speech;

[To LAERTES. Devised a new commission ; wrote it fair :
We'll put the matter to the present push. — I once did hold it, as our statists do,
Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son. — A baseness to write fair, and labored much
This grave shall have a living monument : How to forget that learning; but, sir, now
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;

It did me yeoman's service. Wilt thou know Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt. The effect of what I wrote ?

Hor. Ay, good my lord.

Ham. An earnest conjuration from the king, SCENE II. — A Hall in the Castle. As England was his faithful tributary;

As love between them like the palm might flourEnter HAMLET and HORATIO.

ish; Ham. So much for this, sir : now shall you see As peace should still her wheaten garland wear, the other;

And stand a comma 'tween their amities; You do remember all the circumstance?

And many such like “ As's” of great charge, Hor. Remember it, my lord ?

That, on the view and knowing of these contents, Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of Without debatement further, more or less, fighting,

He should the bearers put to sudden death, That would not let me sleep: methought I lay Not shriving-time allowed.

Hor. How was this sealed ?

Ham. I humbly thank you, sir. — Dost know Ham. Why, even in that was heaven ordinant: this water-fly? I had my father's signet in my purse,

Hor. No, my good lord. Which was the model of that Danish seal:— Ham. Thy state is the more gracious; for 't is Eolded the writ up in form of the other; a vice to know him. He hath much land, and Subscribed it; gav't the impression; placed it fertile : let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib safely,

shall stand at the king's mess. 'Tis a chough ; The changeling never known. Now, the next but, as I say, spacious in the possession of dirt. day

| Osr. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leiWas our sea-fight: and what to this was sequent sure, I should impart a thing to you from his Thou know'st already.

majesty. Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to 't Ham. I will receive it, sir, with all diligence Ham. Why, man, they did make love to this of spirit. Your bonnet to his right use; 't is for employment,

the head. They are not near my conscience; their defeat | Osr. I thank your lordship, 't is very hot. Does by their own insinuation grow :

Ham. No, believe me, 't is very cold; the wind 'T is dangerous, when the baser nature comes is northerly. Between the pass and fell incenséd poins

Osr. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed. Of mighty opposites.

Ham. But yet, methinks, it is very sultry and Hor. Why, what a king is this ! | hot; or my complexion — Ham. Does it not, think thee, stand me now Osr. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry, — upon ?

as 't were, — I cannot tell how. — My lord, his He, that hath killed my king, and whored my majesty bade me signify to you, that he has laid mother;

a great wager on your head: sir, this is the matPopped in between the election and my hopes; ter, — Thrown out his angle for my proper life,

Ham. I beseech you, remember — And with such cozenage; is 't not perfect con

[HAMLET moves him to put on his hat. science

Osr. Nay, good my lord; for my ease, in good To quit him with this arm ? and is 't not to be faith. Sir, here is newly come to court, Laertes : damned,

believe me, an absolute gentleman, full of most To let this canker of our nature come

excellent differences, of very soft society, and In further evil?

great showing: indeed, to speak freely of him, he Hor. It must be shortly known to him from is the card or calendar of gentry, for you shall England

find in him the continent of what part a gentleman What is the issue of the business there.

would see. Ham. It will be short : the interim is mine; Ham, Sir, his definement suffers no perdition And a man's life's no more than to say, one. in you; — though, I know, to divide him invenBut I am very sorry, good Horatio,

torially, would dizzy the arithmetic of memory; That to Laertes I forgot myself;

and yet but raw neither, in respect of his quick For by the image of my cause, I see

sail. But, in the verity of extolment, I take him The portraiture of his. I'll count his favors : to be a soul of great article; and his infusion of But sure the bravery of his grief did put me such dearth and rareness, as, to make true diction Into a towering passion.

of him, his semblable is his mirror; and who else Hor. Peace; who comes here?

would trace him, his umbrage, nothing more.

Osr. Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him. Enter OSRIC.

Ham. The concernancy, sir ? why do we wrap Osr. Your lordship is right welcome back to the gentleman in our more rawer breath? Denmark.

Osr. Sir ?

Hor. Is 't not possible to understand in another Ham. Sir, I will walk here in the hall: if it tongue? You will do't sir, really.

please his majesty, it is the breathing time of day Ham. What imports the nomination of this with me: let the foils be brought, the gentleman gentleman ?

willing, and the king hold his purpose, I will win Osr. Of Laertes ?

| for him, if I can ; if not, I will gain nothing but Hor. His purse is empty already; all his my shame, and the odd hits. golden words are spent.

Osr. Shall I deliver you so ? Ham. Of him, sir.

Ham. To this effect, sir ; after what flourish Osr. I know you are not ignorant

your nature will. Ham. I would you did, sir. — Yet in faith, if | Osr. I commend my duty to your lordship. you did, it would not much approve me.-Well, sir.

[Exit. Osr. You are not ignorant of what excellence Ham. Yours, yours.—He does well to commend Laertes is

it himself; there are no tongues else for 's turn. Ham. I dare not confess that, lest I should Hor. This lapwing runs away with the shell on compare with him in excellence; but, to know a his head. inan well, were to know himself.

Ham. He did comply with his dug, before he Osr. I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the sucked it. Thus has he (and many more of the imputation laid on him by them, in his meed he's same breed, that I know the drossy age dotes on), unfellowed.

only got the tune of the time, and outward habit Ham. What's his weapon ?

of encounter; a kind of yesty collection, which Osr. Rapier and dagger.

carries them through and through the most fond Ham. That's two of his weapons: but, well. and winnowed opinions; and do but blow them to

Osr. The king, sir, hath wagered with him six their trial, the bubbles are out. Barbary horses: against the which he has im

Enter a Lord. pawned, as I take it, six French rapiers and poniards, with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, and | Lord. My lord, his majesty commended him to 80. Three of the carriages, in faith, are very dear you by young Osric, who brings back to him, that to fancy, very responsive to the hilts; most deli- you attend him in the hall: he sends to know if cate carriages, and of very liberal conceit. your pleasure hold to play with Laertes, or that Ham. What call you the carriages ?

you will take longer time. Hor. I knew you must be edified by the mar- Ham. I am constant to my purposes; they folgent, ere you had done.

low the king's pleasure : if his fitness speaks, mine Osr. The carriages, sir, are the hangers. is ready; now or whensoever, provided I be so able

Ham. The phrase would be more german to the as now. matter if we would carry a cannon by our sides; Lord. The king, and queen, and all, are comI would it might be hangers till then. But on: ing down. six Barbary horses against six French swords, 1 Ham. In happy time. their assigns, and three liberal-conceited carriages; Lord. The queen desires you to use some gentle that 's the French bet against the Danish. Why entertainment to Laertes, before you fall to play. is this impawned, as you call it ?

Ham. She well instructs me. [Exit Lord. Osr. The king, sir, hath laid, that in a dozen Hor. You will lose this wager, my lord. passes between yourself and him, he shall not ex- Ham. I do not think so; since he went into ceed you three hits: he hath laid on twelve for France, I have been in continual practice; I shall nine; and it would come to immediate trial, if win at the odds. But thou wouldst not think how your lordship would vouchsafe the answer. ill all's here about my heart: but it is no matter. Ham. How if I answer, no?

Hor. Nay, good my lord, Osr. I mean, my lord, the opposition of your Ham. It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of person in trial.

gain-giving as would, perhaps, trouble a woman.

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