Hamlet is shipped for England. Fare him well.

13.22738.31678I hope to hear good news from thence ere long,

13.32738.41679If everything fall out to our content,

13.42738.51680As I do make no doubt but so it shall.

God grant it may. Heav'ns keep my Hamlet safe!

13.628201682But this mischance of old Corambis' death

13.728211683Hath piercèd so the young Ofelia's heart

13.828221684That she, poor maid, is quite bereft her wits.

Alas, dear heart! And on the other side

13.1028251686We understand her brother's come from France,

13.112825.11687And he hath half the heart of all our land;

13.1228281688And hardly he'll forget his father's death

13.132828.11689Unless by some means he be pacified.

Oh, see where the young Ofelia is!

How is't with you, sweet Ofelia?

Well, God yield you.

13.2828061706It grieves me to see how they laid him in the cold ground.

13.291707I could not choose but weep.

13.3929491717And of all Christen souls, I pray God.

13.4028091718God be with you, ladies, God be with you.

A pretty wretch! This is a change indeed.

13.422809.21720O Time, how swiftly runs our joys away!

13.432809.31721Content on earth was never certain bred.

13.442809.41722Today we laugh and live, tomorrow dead.

13.4528351723How now, what noise is that?

[To his followers, who are offstage] Stay there until I come.--

13.4728581726O thou vile king, give me my father!

13.4828731727Speak, say, where's my father?

Dead.

Who hath murdered him? Speak. I'll not

13.511730Be juggled with, for he is murdered.

True, but not by him.

By whom? By heav'n, I'll be resolved.

Let him go, Gertred. Away! I fear him not.

13.5528681734There's such divinity doth wall a king

13.5628691735That treason dares not look on.

13.5728711736Let him go, Gertred.--That your father is murdered,

13.5829011737'Tis true, and we most sorry for it,

13.592901.11738Being the chiefest pillar of our state.

13.6028911739Therefore will you, like a most desperate gamester,

13.611740Swoopstake-like, draw at friend and foe and all?

To his good friends thus wide I'll ope mine arms

13.6328961742And lock them in my heart, but to his foes

13.6428971743I will no reconcilement but by blood.

Why, now you speak like a most loving son.

13.661745And that in soul we sorrow for his death,

13.6729021746Yourself ere long shall be a witness.

13.6829601747Meanwhile, be patient and content yourself.

Who's this, Ofelia? O my dear sister!

13.7029121750Is't possible a young maid's life

13.7129131751Should be as mortal as an old man's saw?

13.722913.11752O heav'ns themselves!--How now, Ofelia?

Well, God-a-mercy. I ha' been gathering of flowers.

13.7429331754Here, here is rue for you.

13.751755You may call it herb-a-grace o'Sundays.

13.761756Here's some for me, too. You must wear your rue

13.7729351757With a difference. There's a daisy.

13.7829271758Here, love, there's rosemary for you

13.791759for remembrance. I pray, love, remember.

13.8029281760And there's pansy for thoughts.

A document in madness. Thoughts, remembrance!

13.8229511762O God, O God!

There is fennel for you. I would ha' giv'n you

13.8429361764Some violets, but they all withered when

13.851765My father died. Alas, they say the owl was

13.8627851766A baker's daughter. We see what we are,

13.871767But cannot tell what we shall be.

13.8829381768For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

Thoughts and afflictions, torments worse than hell!

Nay, love, I pray you make no words of this now.

13.9129231771I pray now, you shall sing "a-down,"

13.921772And you "a- down-a." 'Tis o'the King's daughter

13.9329251773And the false steward, and if anybody

13.9427891774Ask you of anything, say you this:

13.10327721783Nay, I pray, mark now:

13.1121792So, God be with you all. God b'w'y', ladies.

13.11329501793God b'w'y' you, love.

Grief upon grief! My father murdered,

13.11530341795My sister thus distracted:

13.1163034.11796Cursed be his soul that wrought this wicked act!

Content you, good Laertes, for a time,

13.1182960.11798Although I know your grief is as a flood,

13.1192960.21799Brimful of sorrow; but forbear awhile,

13.1202960.31800And think already the revenge is done

13.1212960.41801On him that makes you such a hapless son.

You have prevailed, my lord. Awhile I'll strive

13.1232963.11803To bury grief within a tomb of wrath,

13.1242963.21804Which once unhearsed, then the world shall hear

13.1252963.31805Laertes had a father he held dear.

No more of that. Ere many days be done,

13.1272963.51807You shall hear that you do not dream upon.