Now must your conscience my acquittance seal,
4.7.23008And you must put me in your heart for friend,
4.7.33009Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
4.7.43010That he which hath your noble father slain
Pursued my life. It well appears. But tell me
4.7.63013Why you proceeded not against these feats
4.7.73014So crimeful and so capital in nature,
4.7.83015As by your safety, wisdom, all things else,
Oh, for two special reasons,
4.7.113018Which may to you perhaps seem much unsinewed,
4.7.123019And yet to me they are strong. The Queen his mother
4.7.133020Lives almost by his looks, and for myself--
4.7.143021My virtue or my plague, be it either which--
4.7.153022She's so conjunctive to my life and soul
4.7.163023That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
4.7.173024I could not but by her. The other motive
4.7.193026Is the great love the general gender bear him,
4.7.203027Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
4.7.213028Would, like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
4.7.223029Convert his gyves to graces, so that my arrows,
4.7.233030Too slightly timbered for so loud a wind,
And so have I a noble father lost,
4.7.293036Stood challenger on mount of all the age
4.7.303037For her perfections. But my revenge will come.
Break not your sleeps for that.
3039You must not think
4.7.323040That we are made of stuff so flat and dull
4.7.333041That we can let our beard be shook with danger
4.7.343042And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more.
4.7.353043I loved your father, and we love ourself,
4.7.363044And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine--
How now? What news? Letters, my lord, from Hamlet.
4.7.38This to your
3048majesty, this to the Queen.
From Hamlet? Who brought them?
Sailors, my lord, they say. I saw them not.
4.7.413051They were given me by Claudio. He received them.
Laertes, you shall hear them.
[To the Messenger]3053Leave us.
4.7.433054[He reads.]High and mighty, you shall know I am set naked on your
3055kingdom. Tomorrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly
3056eyes, when I shall (first asking your pardon thereunto)
3057recount th'occasions of my sudden and more strange return.
3058Hamlet.
What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
Know you the hand?
Know you the hand? 'Tis Hamlet's character. "Naked!"
4.7.472985And in a postscript here he says "alone."
I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come.
"Thus diddest thou." If it be so, Laertes--
4.7.532992As how should it be so, how otherwise?--
Will you be ruled by me? 30702994Laertes Ay, my lord,
4.7.55If so you'll not o'errule me to a peace.
To thine own peace. If he be now returned
Come short of what he did. A Norman was't?
A Norman.
Upon my life, Lamound.
Upon my life, Lamound. The very same.
I know him well. He is the brooch indeed
He made confession of you,
4.7.823099If one could match you, sir. This report of his
4.7.843101That he could nothing do but wish and beg
4.7.853102Your sudden coming o'er to play with him.
Now, out of this-- Why out of this, my lord?
Laertes, was your father dear to you?
4.7.883106Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
A face without a heart? Why ask you this?
Not that I think you did not love your father,
4.7.933112Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
4.7.943113Hamlet comes back. What would you undertake
4.7.953114To show yourself your father's son indeed,
More than in words? To cut his throat i'th'church.
No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize.
4.7.983118Revenge should have no bounds. But good Laertes,
4.7.993119Will you do this: keep close within your chamber.
4.7.1003120Hamlet returned shall know you are come home.
4.7.1013121We'll put on those shall praise your excellence
4.7.1033123The Frenchman gave you, bring you in fine together,
4.7.1053125Most generous, and free from all contriving,
4.7.1063126Will not peruse the foils, so that with ease,
Requite him for your father. I will do't,
4.7.1153136Under the moon, can save the thing from death
4.7.1173137That is but scratched withal. I'll touch my point
3138With this contagion, that if I gall him slightly,
It may be death. Lets further think of this,
4.7.1193141Weigh what convenience both of time and means
4.7.1203142May fit us to our shape. If this should fail,
4.7.1213143And that our drift look through our bad performance,
4.7.1223144'Twere better not assayed. Therefore this project
4.7.1233145Should have a back or second, that might hold
4.7.1243146If this should blast in proof. Soft, let me see.
4.7.1263148I ha't! When in your motion you are hot and dry--
4.7.1273149As make your bouts more violent to the end--
4.7.1283150And that he calls for drink, I'll have prepared him
4.7.1293151A chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping,
4.7.1313153Our purpose may hold there.--How, sweet Queen?
One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
4.7.1333156So fast they'll follow. Your sister's drowned, Laertes.
Drowned! Oh, where?
There is a willow grows aslant a brook
4.7.1363159That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.
4.7.1383161Of crowflowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
4.7.1403163But our cold maids do "dead men's fingers" call them.
4.7.1413164There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
4.7.1423165Clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,
4.7.1443167Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
4.7.1463169Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes,
4.7.1503173Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
4.7.1513174Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death. Alas, then, is she drowned?
Drowned, drowned.
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
4.7.1573181Let shame say what it will.
[He weeps].When these are gone,
4.7.1593183I have a speech of fire that fain would blaze,
But that this folly douts it. Let's follow, Gertrude.