I will not speak with her.

She is importunate, indeed, distract.

4.5.32747 Her mood will needs be pitied.

Her mood will needs be pitied. What would she have?

She speaks much of her father, says she hears

4.5.52750There's tricks i'th' world, and hems, and beats her heart,

4.5.62751Spurns enviously at straws, speaks things in doubt

4.5.72752That carry but half sense. Her speech is nothing,

4.5.82753Yet the unshapèd use of it doth move

4.5.92754The hearers to collection; they aim at it,

4.5.102755And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts,

4.5.112756Which, as her winks and nods and gestures yield them,

4.5.122757Indeed would make one think there would be thought,

4.5.132758Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.

'Twere good she were spoken with,

4.5.152760For she may strew dangerous conjectures

4.5.162761In ill-breeding minds. Let her come in.

4.5.172762[Aside] To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,

4.5.182763Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss.

4.5.192764So full of artless jealousy is guilt,

4.5.202765It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?

How now, Ophelia?

4.5.232769Ophelia[She sings.]

Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?

Say you? Nay, pray you, mark.

Nay, but Ophelia--

Pray you, mark. [She sings.]

Alas, look here, my lord.

4.5.372780Ophelia[She sings.]

How do ye, pretty lady?

Well God dild you. They say the owl was 2785a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but 2786know not what we may be. God be at your table!

Conceit upon her father.

Pray you, let's have no words of this. But when 2789they ask you what it means, say you this:

Pretty Ophelia--

Indeed, la? Without an oath I'll make an end on't.

How long hath she been this?

I hope all will be well. We must be patient. 2806But I cannot choose but weep to think they should 2807lay him i'th' cold ground. My brother shall know of it. 2808And so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my 2809coach! Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies. 2810Good night, good night.

4.5.642811King[To Horatio.]

Follow her close. 2812Give her good watch, I pray you.

4.5.652813Oh, this is the poison of deep grief! It springs

4.5.662814All from her father's death. Oh, Gertrude, Gertrude,

4.5.672815When sorrows comes, they come not single spies

4.5.682816But in battalias. First, her father slain;

4.5.692817Next, your son gone, and he most violent author

4.5.702818Of his own just remove; the people muddied,

4.5.712819Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers

4.5.722820For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly

4.5.732821In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia

4.5.742822Divided from herself and her fair judgment,

4.5.752823Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;

4.5.762824Last, and as much containing as all these,

4.5.772825Her brother is in secret come from France,

4.5.782826Keeps on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,

4.5.792827And wants not buzzers to infect his ear

4.5.802828With pestilent speeches of his father's death,

4.5.812829Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,

4.5.822830Will nothing stick our persons to arraign

4.5.832831In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,

4.5.842832Like to a murdering piece, in many places

4.5.852833Gives me superfluous death.

Alack, what noise is this?

Alack, what noise is this? Where are my Switzers?

4.5.872837 Let them guard the door. What is the matter?

Save yourself, my lord!

4.5.892839The ocean, overpeering of his list,

4.5.902840Eats not the flats with more impiteous haste

4.5.912841Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,

4.5.922842O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord,

4.5.932843And, as the world were now but to begin,

4.5.942844Antiquity forgot, custom not known,

4.5.952845The ratifiers and props of every word,

4.5.962846They cry, "Choose we! Laertes shall be king!"

4.5.972847Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds:

4.5.982848"Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!"

How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!

4.5.1002850Oh, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!

The doors are broke.

[1]

Where is the king, sirs?--Stand you all without.

[2][3]

4.5.1032854All[Offstage]

No, let's come in.

I pray you, give me leave.

4.5.1052856All[Offstage]

We will, we will.

I thank you. Keep the door.--

4.5.1072858O thou vile king, give me my father!

Calmly, good Laertes.

That drop of blood that calms 2861proclaims me bastard,

4.5.1102862Cries "Cuckold!" to my father, brands the harlot

4.5.1112863Even here between the chaste unsmirchèd brow

4.5.1122864Of my true mother.

Of my true mother. What is the cause, Laertes,

4.5.1132866That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?--

4.5.1142867Let him go, Gertrude. Do not fear our person.

4.5.1152868There's such divinity doth hedge a king

4.5.1162869That treason can but peep to what it would,

4.5.1172870Acts little of his will.--Tell me, Laertes,

4.5.1182871Why thou art thus incensed?--Let him go, Gertrude.--

4.5.1192872Speak, man.

Speak, man. Where's my father?

Speak, man. Where's my father? Dead.

But not by him.

But not by him. Let him demand his fill.

How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with.

4.5.1222878To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil!

4.5.1232879Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!

4.5.1242880I dare damnation. To this point I stand,

4.5.1252881That both the worlds I give to negligence,

4.5.1262882Let come what comes, only I'll be revenged

4.5.1272883Most throughly for my father.

Who shall stay you?

My will, not all the world.

4.5.1302886And for my means, I'll husband them so well

4.5.1312887They shall go far with little.

They shall go far with little. Good Laertes,

4.5.1322889If you desire to know the certainty

4.5.1332890Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge

4.5.1342891That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe,

4.5.1352892Winner and loser?

None but his enemies.

Will you know them, then?

To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms,

4.5.1392896And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,

4.5.1402897Repast them with my blood.

Repast them with my blood. Why, now you speak

4.5.1412899Like a good child and a true gentleman.

4.5.1422900That I am guiltless of your father's death,

4.5.1432901And am most sensible in grief for it,

4.5.1442902It shall as level to your judgment pierce

4.5.1452903As day does to your eye.

Let her come in.

How now, what noise is that?

4.5.1482907O heat, dry up my brains! Tears seven times salt

4.5.1492908Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!

4.5.1502909By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight

4.5.1512910Till our scale turns the beam. O rose of May,

4.5.1522911Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!

4.5.1532912O heavens, is't possible a young maid's wits

4.5.1542913Should be as mortal as an old man's life?

4.5.1552914Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine

4.5.1562915It sends some precious instance of itself

4.5.1572916After the thing it loves.

4.5.1612920Fare you well, my dove.

Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade 2922revenge,

4.5.163It could not move thus.

You must sing "down, a-down," an you call 2924him "a-down-a." Oh, how the wheel becomes it! It is 2925the false steward that stole his master's daughter.

This nothing's more than matter.

There's rosemary; that's for remembrance. 2928Pray, love, remember. And there is pansies; that's for 2929thoughts.

A document in madness, thoughts and 2931remembrance fitted.

There's fennel for you, and columbines. There's 2933rue for you, and here's some for me. We may call it 2934herb-grace o'Sundays. Oh, you must wear your rue 2935with a difference. There's a daisy. I would give you 2936some violets, but they withered all when my father 2937died. They say he made a good end.

Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself

4.5.1712940She turns to favor and to prettiness.

4.5.1722941Ophelia[She sings.]

4.5.1822949And of all Christian souls, I pray God.

2950God buy ye!

Do you see this, you gods?

Laertes, I must commune with your grief,

4.5.1852953Or you deny me right. Go but apart,

4.5.1862954Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,

4.5.1872955And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me.

4.5.1882956If by direct or by collateral hand

4.5.1892957They find us touched, we will our kingdom give,

4.5.1902958Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours

4.5.1912959To you in satisfaction; but if not,

4.5.1922960Be you content to lend your patience to us,

4.5.1932961And we shall jointly labor with your soul

4.5.1942962To give it due content.

To give it due content. Let this be so.

4.5.1952964His means of death, his obscure burial--

4.5.1962965No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,

4.5.1972966No noble rite, nor formal ostentation--

4.5.1982967Cry to be heard as 'twere from heaven to earth,

4.5.1992968That I must call in question.

That I must call in question. So you shall,

4.5.2002970And where th'offense is, let the great ax fall.

4.5.2012971I pray you go with me.