Antiquity forgot, custome not knownę, Que. How cheerefully on the falfe traile they cry. O this is counter, you falfe Danish dogges. Enter Laertes with others. King. The doores are broke. A noife within. Laer. Where is this king? firs ftand you all without. Laer. I pray you giue mee leaue. All. We will, we will. Laer. I thanke you: keepe the doore, O thou vile king, Giue me my father. Quee. Calmely good Laertes. Laer. That drop of blood thats calme proclaimes me bastard, Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot Euen heere betweene the chaft vnfmerched browe Of my true mother. King. What is the caufe Laertes That thy rebellion lookes fo giant-like ? Let him goe Gertrard, do not feare our perfon, That treafon cannot peepe to what it would, Act's little of his will, tell me Laertes Why thou art thus incenft, let him goe Gertrard, Laer. Where is my father? King. Dead. Quee. But not by him. King. Let him demaund his fill. Laer. How came he dead? Ile not be iugled with, King. Who fhall stay you ? Laer. My will, not all the worlds: And for my meanes Ile hufband them fo well, The fhall go farre with little. King. Good Laertes, if you defire to know the the certainty Of your deere father, i'ft writ in your reuenge, That foope-ftake, you will draw both friend and foe Winner and loofer. Laer. None but his enemies. King. Will you know them then? Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'le ope my armes, And like the kind life-rendering pelican, Repast them with my blood. King. Why now you speake Like a good child and a true gentleman. A noyfe within. Enter Ophelia. Laer. Let her come in. How now what noyfe is that? O heate, dry vp my braines, tearcs feauentimes falt By heauen thy madnes fhall be payd with weight O heauens, ift poffible a young maids wits SONG. Ophe. They bore him bare-fac'd on the beere, And in his graue rain'd many a teare, Fare you well my doue. Laer. Hadft thou thy wits, and did'ft perfwade reuenge It could not mooue thus. Ophe. You must fing a downe a downe, And you call him a downe a. O how the wheele becomes it, It is the falle steward that ftole his maifters daughter, Laer. This nothing's more then matter. Ophe. There's rofemary, 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 fome for me, we may call it herbe of grace a Sondaies, you may weare your rewe with a difference, there's a dafie, I would giue you fome violets, but they witherd all when my father dyed, they say a made a good end. For bonny fweet Robin is all my ioy. Laer. Thought and afflictions, paffion, hell it felfe She turnes to fauour and to prettineffe. SONG. Ophe. And will a not come againe, And will a not come againe, No, no, he is dead, goe to thy death bed, His beard was as white as fnow, Flaxen was his pole, He is gone, he is gone, and we caft away mone, Laer. Doe you this O God. King. Laertes, I must commune with your griefe, Make choice of whome your wifest friends you will, They find vs toucht, we will our kindome giue, Be you content to lend your patience to vs, Laer. Let this be fo. His meanes of death, his obscure funerall, Cry to be heard as twere from heauen to earth, Kin. So you fhall, And where th' offence is, let the great axe fall. I pray you goe with me. Enter Horatio and others. Exeunt. Hora. What are they that would speake with me? I doe not know from what part of the world I should be greeted. If not from lord Hamlet. Enter Saylers. Say. God bleffe you fir. Hora. Let him bleffe thee to. Say. A fhall fir and pleafe him, there's a letter for you fir, it came from th' embaffador that was bound for England, if your name bee Horatio, as I am let to know it is. : Hor. Horatio, when thou fhalt haue over-look't this, giue thefe fellowes fome meanes to the king, they haue letters for him ere wee were two daies old at fea, a pyrat of very warlike appointment gave vs chafe, finding our felues too flow of faile, we put on a compeiled valour, and in the grapple I boorded them, on the inftant they got cleere of our fhip, fo I alone became their prifoner, 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 wouldft fly death. I haue words to fpeake in thine eare wil make thee dumbe, yet are they much too light for the bord of the matter, thefe good fellowes will bring thee where I am, Rofencraus and Guilderfterne hold their courfe for England, of them I haue much to tell thee, farwell. So that thou knoweft thine Hamlet. Hora. Come I will make you way for thefe your letters, And doo't the fpeedier that you may direct me To him from whome you brought them. Enter King and Laertes. Exeunt. King. Now muft your confcience my acquittance feale, And you must put me in your heart for friend, Laer. |