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Antiquity forgot, custome not knowne,
A noise within. O this is counter, you false Danis dogges.
Enter Laertes with others.
King. The doores are broke.
Laer. I thanke you : keepe the doore, Othou vile king, Giue me my father.
Quee. Calmely good Laertes.
Laer. That drop of blood thats calme proclaimes me bastard,
King. What is the cause Laertes
Laer. Where is my father ?
King. Let him demaund his fill.
Laer. How came he dead? Ile pot be iugled with,
King. Who Mall stay you ?
Laer. My will, not all the worlds :
King. Good Laertes, if you desire to know the the certainty
Laer. None but his enemics.
Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'le ope my armes,
King. Why now you speake
A noyfe within.
Laer. Let her come in.
By heauen thy madnes shall be payd with weight
Ophe. They bore him bare fac'd on the beere,
Laer. Hadit thou thy wits, and did'It perswade reuenge
Ophe. You must sing a downe a downe, And you
call him a downe a. O how the wheele becomes it, It is the false steward that stole his maisters daughter,
Laer. This nothing's more then matter.
Ophe. There's rosemary, that for remembrance, pray you loue remember, and there is pancies, thats for thoughts.
Laer. A document in madnes, thoughts and remembrance fitted.
Ophe. There's fennill for you, and colembines, there's rewe for you, and heere's some for me, we may call it herbe of grace a Sondaies, you may weare your rewe with a difference, there's a dasie, I would giue you some violets, but they witherd all when my father dyed, they say a made a good end. For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy.
Laer. Thought and afflictions, passion, hell it felfe She turnes to fauour and to prettineffe.
Ophe. And will a not come againe,
His beard was as white as snow,
away mone, God a mercy on his soule, and all christians foules, God buy yous *.
Laer. Doe you this O God.
King. Laertes, I must commune with your griefe,
Laer. Let this be so.
Kin. So you shall,
Enter Horatio and others.
Hora. What are they that would speake with me?
Hora. Let them come in.
Say. A Mall sir and please him, there's a letter for you sir, it came from th' embassador that was bound for England, if your name bee Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
Hor. Horatio, when thou shalt haue over-look’t this, giue these fellowes some mcanes to the king, they haue letters for him : ere wee were two daies old at sea, a pyrat of very warlike appointment gave vs chase, finding our felues too slow of saile, we put on a compelled valour, and in the grapple I boorded them, on the instant they got cleere of our ship, fo I alone became their prisoner, they haue dealt with me like theeues of mercy, but they knew what they did : I am to doe a turne for them, let the king haue the letters I haue fent, and repayre thou to mee with as much speed as thou wouldIt fly death. I have words to speake in thine eare wil make thee dumbe, yet are they much too light for the bord of the matter, these good fellowes will bring thee where I am, Rosencraus and Guildersterne hold their course for England, of them I haue much to tell thee, farwell.
So that thou knowest thine Hamlet.
Hora. Come I will make you way for these your letters,
Enter King and Laertes.
King. Now must your conscience my acquittance scale,