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Good my lord, be quiet.

[The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave.]

Ham.

Why, I will fight with him upon this theme Until my eyelids will no longer wag.

Queen.

O my son, what theme?

Ham.

I lov'd Ophelia; forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quant.i.ty of love, Make up my sum.--What wilt thou do for her?

King.

O, he is mad, Laertes.

Queen.

For love of G.o.d, forbear him!

Ham.

'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do: Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? Woul't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?

I'll do't.--Dost thou come here to whine?

To outface me with leaping in her grave?

Be buried quick with her, and so will I: And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.

Queen.

This is mere madness: And thus a while the fit will work on him; Anon, as patient as the female dove, When that her golden couplets are disclos'd, His silence will sit drooping.

Ham.

Hear you, sir; What is the reason that you use me thus?

I lov'd you ever: but it is no matter; Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

[Exit.]

King.

I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.-- [Exit Horatio.]

[To Laertes]

Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech; We'll put the matter to the present push.-- Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.-- This grave shall have a living monument: An hour of quiet shortly shall we see; Till then in patience our proceeding be.

[Exeunt.]

Scene II. A hall in the Castle.

[Enter Hamlet and Horatio.]

Ham.

So much for this, sir: now let me see the other; You do remember all the circ.u.mstance?

Hor.

Remember it, my lord!

Ham.

Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep: methought I lay Worse than the mutinies in the bilboes. Rashly, And prais'd be rashness for it,--let us know, Our indiscretion sometime serves us well, When our deep plots do fail; and that should teach us There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.

Hor.

That is most certain.

Ham.

Up from my cabin, My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark Grop'd I to find out them: had my desire; Finger'd their packet; and, in fine, withdrew To mine own room again: making so bold, My fears forgetting manners, to unseal Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio, O royal knavery! an exact command,-- Larded with many several sorts of reasons, Importing Denmark's health, and England's too, With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life,-- That, on the supervise, no leisure bated, No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, My head should be struck off.

Hor.

Is't possible?

Ham.

Here's the commission: read it at more leisure.

But wilt thou bear me how I did proceed?

Hor.

I beseech you.

Ham.

Being thus benetted round with villanies,-- Or I could make a prologue to my brains, They had begun the play,--I sat me down; Devis'd a new commission; wrote it fair: I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much How to forget that learning; but, sir, now It did me yeoman's service. Wilt thou know The effect of what I wrote?

Hor.

Ay, good my lord.

Ham.

An earnest conjuration from the king,-- As England was his faithful tributary; As love between them like the palm might flourish; As peace should still her wheaten garland wear And stand a comma 'tween their amities; And many such-like as's of great charge,-- That, on the view and know of these contents, Without debatement further, more or less, He should the bearers put to sudden death, Not shriving-time allow'd.

Hor.

How was this seal'd?

Ham.

Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.

I had my father's signet in my purse, Which was the model of that Danish seal: Folded the writ up in the form of the other; Subscrib'd it: gave't the impression; plac'd it safely, The changeling never known. Now, the next day Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent Thou know'st already.

Hor.

So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.

Ham.

Why, man, they did make love to this employment; They are not near my conscience; their defeat Does by their own insinuation grow: 'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes Between the pa.s.s and fell incensed points Of mighty opposites.

Hor.

Why, what a king is this!

Ham.

Does it not, thinks't thee, stand me now upon,-- He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother; Popp'd in between the election and my hopes; Thrown out his angle for my proper life, And with such cozenage--is't not perfect conscience To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be d.a.m.n'd To let this canker of our nature come In further evil?

Hor.

It must be shortly known to him from England What is the issue of the business there.

Ham.

It will be short: the interim is mine; And a man's life is no more than to say One.

But I am very sorry, good Horatio, That to Laertes I forgot myself; For by the image of my cause I see The portraiture of his: I'll court his favours: But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering pa.s.sion.

Hor.

Peace; who comes here?

[Enter Osric.]

Osr.

Your lords.h.i.+p is right welcome back to Denmark.

Ham.

I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this water-fly?

Hor.

No, my good lord.

Ham.

Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to know him. He hath much land, and fertile: let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the king's mess; 'tis a chough; but, as I say, s.p.a.cious in the possession of dirt.

Osr.

Sweet lord, if your lords.h.i.+p were at leisure, I should impart a thing to you from his majesty.

Ham.

I will receive it with all diligence of spirit. Put your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head.

Osr.

I thank your lords.h.i.+p, t'is very hot.

Ham.

No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly.

Osr.

It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.

Ham.

Methinks it is very sultry and hot for my complexion.

Osr.

Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,--as 'twere--I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a great wager on your head. Sir, this is the matter,-- Ham.

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