2745Qu. I will not speake with her.

2746Hor. She is importunate, indeed distract, her moode

2747will needs be pittied.

2748Qu. What would she haue?

2749Hor. She speakes much of her Father; saies she heares

2750There's trickes i'th'world, and hems, and beats her heart,

2751Spurnes enuiously at Strawes, speakes things in doubt,

2752That carry but halfe sense: Her speech is nothing,

2753Yet the vnshaped vse of it doth moue

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.

2759Qu. 'Twere good she were spoken with,

2760For she may strew dangerous coniectures

2761In ill breeding minds. Let her come in.

2762To my sicke soule (as sinnes true Nature is)

2763Each toy seemes Prologue, to some great amisse,

2764So full of Artlesse iealousie is guilt,

2765It spill's it selfe, in fearing to be spilt.

2767Ophe, Where is the beauteous Maiesty of Denmark.

2768Qu. How now Ophelia?

2771Qu. Alas sweet Lady: what imports this Song?

2772Ophe. Say you? Nay pray you marke.

2776Qu. Nay but Ophelia.

2777Ophe. Pray you marke.

2779Qu. Alas, looke heere my Lord.

2780Ophe. Larded with sweet flowers:

2783King. How do ye, pretty Lady?

2784Ophe. Well, God dil'd you. They say the Owle was

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

2789they aske you what it meanes, say you this:

2794King. Pretty Ophelia.

2795Ophe. Indeed la? without an oath Ile make an end ont.

2804King. How long hath she bin this?

2805Ophe. I hope all will be well. We must bee patient,

2806but I cannot choose but weepe, to thinke they should

2807lay him i'th'cold ground: My brother shall knowe of it,

2808and so I thanke you for your good counsell. Come, my

2809Coach: Goodnight Ladies: Goodnight sweet Ladies:

2810Goodnight, goodnight. Exit.

2811King. Follow her close,

2812Giue her good watch I pray you:

2813Oh this is the poyson of deepe greefe, it springs

2814All from her Fathers death. Oh Gertrude, Gertrude,

2815When sorrowes comes, they come not single spies,

2816But in Battaliaes. First, her Father slaine,

2817Next your Sonne gone, and he most violent Author

2818Of his owne iust remoue: the people muddied,

2819Thicke and vnwholsome in their thoughts, and whispers

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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2823Without the which we are Pictures, or meere Beasts.

2824Last, and as much containing as all these,

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,

2830Will nothing sticke our persons to Arraigne

2831In eare and eare. O my deere Gertrude, this,

2832Like to a murdering Peece in many places,

2833Giues me superfluous death. A Noise within.

2835Qu. Alacke, what noyse is this?

2836King. Where are my Switzers?

2837Let them guard the doore. What is the matter?

2838Mes. Saue your selfe, my Lord.

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,

2846They cry choose we? Laertes shall be King,

2847Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds,

2848Laertes shall be King, Laertes King.

2849Qu. How cheerefully on the false Traile they cry,

2850Oh this is Counter you false Danish Dogges.

2852King. The doores are broke.

2853Laer. Where is the King, sirs? Stand you all without.

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

2863Euen heere betweene the chaste vnsmirched brow

2864Of my true Mother.

2865King. What is the cause Laertes,

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.

2876King. Let him demand his fill.

2877Laer. How came he dead? Ile not be Iuggel'd with.

2878To hell Allegeance: Vowes, to the blackest diuell.

2879Conscience and Grace, to the profoundest Pit.

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.

2884King. Who shall stay you?

2885Laer. My Will, not all the world,

2886And for my meanes, Ile husband them so well,

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.

2898King. Why now you speake

2899Like a good Childe, and a true Gentleman.

2900That I am guiltlesse of your Fathers death,

2901And am most sensible in greefe for it,

2902It shall as leuell to your Iudgement pierce

2903As day do's to your eye.

2906Laer. How now? what noise is that?

2907Oh heate drie vp my Braines, teares seuen times salt,

2908Burne out the Sence and Vertue of mine eye.

2909By Heauen, thy madnesse shall be payed by waight,

2910Till our Scale turnes the beame. Oh Rose of May,

2911Deere Maid, kinde Sister, sweet Ophelia:

2912Oh Heauens, is't possible, a yong Maids wits,

2913Should be as mortall as an old mans life?

2914Nature is fine in Loue, and where 'tis fine,

2915It sends some precious instance of it selfe

2916After the thing it loues.

2920Fare you well my Doue.

2921Laer. Had'st thou thy wits, and did'st perswade Re-

2922uenge, it could not moue thus.

2923Ophe. You must sing downe a-downe, and you call

2924him a-downe-a. Oh, how the wheele becomes it? It is

2925the false Steward that stole his masters daughter.

2926Laer. This nothings more then matter.

2927Ophe. There's Rosemary, that's for Remembraunce.

2928Pray loue remember: and there is Paconcies, that's for

2929Thoughts.

2930Laer. A document in madnesse, thoughts & remem-

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

2935with a difference. There's a Daysie, I would giue you

2936some Violets, but they wither'd all when my Father dy-

2937ed: They say, he made a good end;

2939Laer. Thought, and Affliction, Passion, Hell it selfe:

2940She turnes to Fauour, and to prettinesse.

2949And of all Christian Soules, I pray God.

2950God buy ye. Exeunt Ophelia

2951Laer. Do you see this, you Gods?

2952King. Laertes, I must common with your greefe,

2953Or you deny me right: go but apart,

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2954Make choice of whom your wisest Friends you will,

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

2959To you in satisfaction. But if not,

2960Be you content to lend your patience to vs,

2961And we shall ioyntly labour with your soule

2962To giue it due content.

2963Laer. Let this be so:

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,

2968That I must call in question.

2969King. So you shall:

2970And where th'offence is, let the great Axe fall.

2971I pray you go with me. Exeunt