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2744 Enter Queene and Horatio.
2747will needs be pittied.
2750There's trickes i'th'world, and hems, and beats her heart,
2754The hearers to Collection; they ayme at it,
2755And botch the words vp fit to their owne thoughts,
2756Which as her winkes, and nods, and gestures yeeld them,
2757Indeed would make one thinke there would be thought,
2758Though nothing sure, yet much vnhappily.
2761In ill breeding minds. Let her come in.
2766 Enter Ophelia distracted.
2768Qu. How now Ophelia?
Ophe. How should I your true loue know from another one?
2772Ophe. Say you? Nay pray you marke.
He is dead and gone Lady, he is dead and gone,
2775 Enter King.
2776Qu. Nay but Ophelia.
2777Ophe. Pray you marke.
White his Shrow'd as the Mountaine Snow.
2779Qu. Alas, looke heere my Lord.
Which bewept to the graue did not go,
2782With true-loue showres.
2783King. How do ye, pretty Lady?
2785a Bakers daughter. Lord, wee know what we are, but
2786know not what we may be. God be at your Table.
2787King. Conceit vpon her Father.
2788Ophe. Pray you let's haue no words of this: but when
To morrow is S. Valentines day, all in the morning betime,
2791And I a Maid at your Window, to be your Valentine.
2792 Then vp he rose, & don'd his clothes, & dupt the chamber dore,
2793Let in the Maid, that out a Maid, neuer departed more.
2794King. Pretty Ophelia.
2795Ophe. Indeed la? without an oath Ile make an end ont.
By gis, and by S. Charity,
2798Yong men wil doo't, if they come too't,
2799By Cocke they are too blame.
2800Quoth she before you tumbled me,
2801You promis'd me to Wed:
2802So would I ha done by yonder Sunne,
2803And thou hadst not come to my bed.
2807lay him i'th'cold ground: My brother shall knowe of it,
2809Coach: Goodnight Ladies: Goodnight sweet Ladies:
2810Goodnight, goodnight. Exit.
2812Giue her good watch I pray you:
2814All from her Fathers death. Oh Gertrude, Gertrude,
2817Next your Sonne gone, and he most violent Author
2818Of his owne iust remoue: the people muddied,
2820For good Polonius death; and we haue done but greenly
2821In hugger mugger to interre him. Poore Ophelia
2822Diuided from her selfe, and her faire Iudgement,
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2825Her Brother is in secret come from France,
2826Keepes on his wonder, keepes himselfe in clouds,
2827And wants not Buzzers to infect his eare
2828With pestilent Speeches of his Fathers death,
2829Where in necessitie of matter Beggard,
2831In eare and eare. O my deere Gertrude, this,
2832Like to a murdering Peece in many places,
2834 Enter a Messenger.
2836King. Where are my Switzers?
2837Let them guard the doore. What is the matter?
2839The Ocean (ouer-peering of his List)
2840Eates not the Flats with more impittious haste
2841Then young Laertes, in a Riotous head,
2842Ore-beares your Officers, the rabble call him Lord,
2843And as the world were now but to begin,
2844Antiquity forgot, Custome not knowne,
2845The Ratifiers and props of euery word,
2847Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds,
2848Laertes shall be King, Laertes King.
2851Noise within. Enter Laertes.
2852King. The doores are broke.
2854All. No, let's come in.
2855Laer. I pray you giue me leaue.
2856Al. We will, we will.
2857Laer. I thanke you: Keepe the doore.
2858Oh thou vilde King, giue me my Father.
2859Qu. Calmely good Laertes.
2860Laer. That drop of blood, that calmes
2861Proclaimes me Bastard:
2862Cries Cuckold to my Father, brands the Harlot
2864Of my true Mother.
2866That thy Rebellion lookes so Gyant-like?
2867Let him go Gertrude: Do not feare our person:
2868There's such Diuinity doth hedge a King,
2869That Treason can but peepe to what it would,
2870Acts little of his will. Tell me Laertes,
2871Why thou art thus Incenst? Let him go Gertrude.
2872Speake man.
2873Laer. Where's my Father?
2874King. Dead.
2875Qu. But not by him.
2877Laer. How came he dead? Ile not be Iuggel'd with.
2878To hell Allegeance: Vowes, to the blackest diuell.
2880I dare Damnation: to this point I stand,
2881That both the worlds I giue to negligence,
2882Let come what comes: onely Ile be reueng'd
2883Most throughly for my Father.
2885Laer. My Will, not all the world,
2887They shall go farre with little.
2888King. Good Laertes:
2889If you desire to know the certaintie
2890Of your deere Fathers death, if writ in your reuenge,
2891That Soop-stake you will draw both Friend and Foe,
2892Winner and Looser.
2893Laer. None but his Enemies.
2894King. Will you know them then.
2895La. To his good Friends, thus wide Ile ope my Armes:
2896And like the kinde Life-rend'ring Politician,
2897Repast them with my blood.
2899Like a good Childe, and a true Gentleman.
2900That I am guiltlesse of your Fathers death,
2902It shall as leuell to your Iudgement pierce
2903As day do's to your eye.
2904A noise within. Let her come in.
2905 Enter Ophelia.
2908Burne out the Sence and Vertue of mine eye.
2910Till our Scale turnes the beame. Oh Rose of May,
2912Oh Heauens, is't possible, a yong Maids wits,
2913Should be as mortall as an old mans life?
2916After the thing it loues.
They bore him bare fac'd on the Beer,
2918 Hey non nony, nony, hey nony:
2919And on his graue raines many a teare,
2920Fare you well my Doue.
2922uenge, it could not moue thus.
2924him a-downe-a. Oh, how the wheele becomes it? It is
2926Laer. This nothings more then matter.
2928Pray loue remember: and there is Paconcies, that's for
2929Thoughts.
2931brance fitted.
2932Ophe. There's Fennell for you, and Columbines: ther's
2933Rew for you, and heere's some for me. Wee may call it
2934Herbe-Grace a Sundaies: Oh you must weare your Rew
2937ed: They say, he made a good end;
For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy.
2940She turnes to Fauour, and to prettinesse.
And will he not come againe,
2942And will he not come againe:
2943No, no, he is dead, go to thy Death-bed,
2944He neuer wil come againe.
2945His Beard as white as Snow,
2946All Flaxen was his Pole:
2947He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away mone,
2948Gramercy on his Soule.
2949And of all Christian Soules, I pray God.
2950God buy ye. Exeunt Ophelia
2953Or you deny me right: go but apart,
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2955And they shall heare and iudge 'twixt you and me;
2956If by direct or by Colaterall hand
2957They finde vs touch'd, we will our Kingdome giue,
2958Our Crowne, our Life, and all that we call Ours
2960Be you content to lend your patience to vs,
2962To giue it due content.
2964His meanes of death, his obscure buriall;
2965No Trophee, Sword, nor Hatchment o're his bones,
2966No Noble rite, nor formall ostentation,
2967Cry to be heard, as 'twere from Heauen to Earth,
2970And where th'offence is, let the great Axe fall.
2971I pray you go with me. Exeunt