I will not speak with her.

I will not speak with her. She is importunate,

4.5.22691Indeed, distract. Her mood 2747will needs be pitied.

What would she have?

She speaks much of her father, says she hears

4.5.527502694There's tricks i'th' world, and hems, and beats her heart,

4.5.627512695Spurns enviously at straws, speaks things in doubt

4.5.727522696That carry but half sense. Her speech is nothing,

4.5.827532697Yet the unshapèd use of it doth move

4.5.927542698The hearers to collection; they yawn at it,

4.5.1027552699And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts,

4.5.1127562700Which, as her winks and nods and gestures yield them,

4.5.1227572701Indeed would make one think there might be thought,

4.5.1327582702Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.

'Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew

4.5.1527602704Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.

4.5.1627612705Let her come in.

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

4.5.1827632708Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss.

4.5.1927642709So full of artless jealousy is guilt,

4.5.2027652710It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?

How now, Ophelia?

Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?

Say you? Nay, pray you, mark.

4.5.332774.12719Oho!

Nay, but Ophelia--

Pray you, mark.

Alas, look here, my lord.

How do you, pretty lady?

Well Good dild you. They say the owl was a baker's 27852729daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.

27862730God be at your table!

Conceit upon her father.

Pray let's have no words of this, but when they ask you 27892733what it means, say you this:

Pretty Ophelia--

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

4.5.612801.12747He answers,

How long hath she been thus?

I hope all will be well. We must be patient. But I cannot choose 28062751but weep to think they would lay him i'th' cold ground. My brother 28072752shall know of it. And so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, 28082753my coach! Good night, ladies, good night, 28092754sweet ladies, good night, good night.

[To Horatio] Follow her close. 2812Give her good watch, I pray you.

4.5.6728132756Oh, this is the poison of deep grief! It springs

4.5.6828142757All from her father's

death and now behold!

4.5.69Oh, Gertrude, Gertrude,

4.5.7028152758When sorrows come, they come not single spies

4.5.7128162759But in battalions. First, her father slain;

4.5.7228172760Next, your son gone, and he most violent author

4.5.7328182761Of his own just remove; the people muddied,

4.5.7428192762Thick and unwholesome in thoughts and whispers

4.5.7528202763For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly

4.5.7628212764In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia

4.5.7728222765Divided from herself and her fair judgment,

4.5.7828232766Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;

4.5.7928242767Last, and as much containing as all these,

4.5.8028252768Her brother is in secret come from France,

4.5.8128262769Feeds on this wonder, keeps himself in clouds,

4.5.8228272770And wants not buzzers to infect his ear

4.5.8328282771With pestilent speeches of his father's death,

4.5.8428292772Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,

4.5.8528302773Will nothing stick our person to arraign

4.5.8628312774In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,

4.5.8728322775Like to a murd'ring piece, in many places

4.5.8828332776Gives me superfluous death.

Attend!

4.5.90Where is my Switzers? Let them guard the door.

4.5.9128372779What is the matter?

What is the matter? 28382780Messenger Save yourself, my lord!

4.5.9228392781The ocean, overpeering of his list,

4.5.9328402782Eats not the flats with more impiteous haste

4.5.9428412783Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,

4.5.9528422784O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord,

4.5.9628432785And, as the world were now but to begin,

4.5.9728442786Antiquity forgot, custom not known,

4.5.9828452787The ratifiers and props of every word,

4.5.9928462788The[y] cry, "Choose we! Laertes shall be king!"

4.5.10028472789Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds:

4.5.10128482790"Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!"

How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!

4.5.10328502792Oh, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!

The doors are broke.

Where is this king?--Sirs, stand you all without.

No, let's come in.

I pray you, give me leave.

We will, we will.

I thank you. Keep the door.

I thank you. Keep the door. O thou vile king,

4.5.11028582800Give me my father!

Give me my father! Calmly, good Laertes.

That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,

4.5.11228622803Cries "Cuckold!" to my father, brands the harlot

4.5.11328632804Even here between the chaste unsmirchèd brow

4.5.11428642805Of my true mother.

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

4.5.11528662807That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?--

4.5.11628672808Let him go, Gertrude. Do not fear our person.

4.5.11728682809There's such divinity doth hedge a king

4.5.11828692810That treason can but peep to what it would,

4.5.11928702811Acts little of his will.--Tell me, Laertes,

4.5.12028712812Why thou art thus incensed?--Let him go, Gertrude.--

4.5.12128722813Speak, man.

Speak, man. Where is my father?

Speak, man. Where is 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.

4.5.12428782819To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil!

4.5.12528792820Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!

4.5.12628802821I dare damnation. To this point I stand,

4.5.12728812822That both the worlds I give to negligence,

4.5.12828822823Let come what comes, only I'll be revenged

4.5.12928832824Most throughly for my father.

Who shall stay you?

My will, not all the world's.

4.5.13228862827And for my means, I'll husband them so well

4.5.13328872828They shall go far with little.

They shall go far with little. Good Laertes,

4.5.1342889If you desire to know the certainty

4.5.13528902830Of your dear father, is't writ in your revenge

4.5.13628912831That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe,

4.5.13728922832Winner and loser?

None but his enemies.

Will you know them, then?

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

4.5.14128962836And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,

4.5.14228972837Repast them with my blood.

Repast them with my blood. Why, now you speak

4.5.14328992839Like a good child and a true gentleman.

4.5.14429002840That I am guiltless of your father's death,

4.5.14529012841And am most sensibly in grief for it,

4.5.14629022842It shall as level to your judgment 'pear

4.5.14729032843As day does to your eye.

Let her come in.

4.5.14929062846How now, what noise is that?

4.5.15029072847O heat, dry up my brains! Tears seven times salt

4.5.15129082848Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!

4.5.15229092849By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weight

4.5.15329102850Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May,

4.5.15429112851Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!

4.5.15529122852O heavens, is't possible a young maid's wits

4.5.15629132853Should be as mortal as a poor man's life?

4.5.1572914Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine

4.5.1582915It sends some precious instance of itself

4.5.1592916After the thing it loves.

4.5.16229202856Fare you well, my dove.

Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,

4.5.16429222858It could not move thus.

You must sing "a-down, a-down,"2860an you call 2924him "a-down-a." Oh, how the wheel becomes it!2861It is 2925the false steward that stole his master's daughter.

This nothing's more than matter.

There's rosemary; that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, 29282864remember. And there is pansies; that's for thoughts.

A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.

There's fennel for you, and columbines. There's rue for 29332867you, and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o'Sundays. 29342868You may wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy. I would 29352869give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died. 29372870They say 'a made a good end.

4.5.17029382871For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

Thought and afflictions, passion, hell itself

4.5.17229402873She turns to favor and to prettiness.

4.5.1832949And of all Christians' souls, I pray God. 29502882God b'wi'you!

Do you [see] this, O God?

Laertes, I must commune with your grief,

4.5.18629532885Or you deny me right. Go but apart,

4.5.18729542886Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,

4.5.18829552887And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me.

4.5.18929562888If by direct or by collateral hand

4.5.19029572889They find us touched, we will our kingdom give,

4.5.19129582890Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours

4.5.19229592891To you in satisfaction; but if not,

4.5.19329602892Be you content to lend your patience to us,

4.5.19429612893And we shall jointly labor with your soul

4.5.19529622894To give it due content.

To give it due content. Let this be so.

4.5.19629642896His means of death, his obscure funeral--

4.5.19729652897No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,

4.5.19829662898No noble rite, nor formal ostentation--

4.5.19929672899Cry to be heard as 'twere from heaven to earth,

4.5.20029682900That I must call't in question.

That I must call't in question. So you shall,

4.5.20129702902And where th'offense is, let the great ax fall.

4.5.20229712903I pray you go with me.