Why to a public count I might not go, Is the great love the general gender bear him; 20 Would, like the spring that turneth wood to stone, 30 Laer. And so have I a noble father lost; For her perfections. But my revenge will come. King. Break not your sleeps for that; you must not think That we are made of stuff so flat and dull That we can let our beard be shook with danger And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine, Enter a Messenger How now, what news? Mess. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet; This to your majesty; this to the queen. King. From Hamlet? Who brought them? Of him that brought them. King. Leave us. Laertes, you shall hear them. [Reads] High and mighty, You shall know I am set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes; when I shall, first asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden and more strange return. HAMLET. What should this mean? Are all the rest come back? Or is it some abuse, and no such thing? Laer. Know you the hand? King. 'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked, And in a postscript here he says alone. Can you advise me? Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come: It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, As how should it be so? how otherwise?- 40 50 Laer. Ay, my lord; So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace. 60 King. To thine own peace. If he be now returned, As checking at his voyage, and that he means No more to undertake it, I will work him To an exploit now ripe in my device, Under the which he shall not choose but fall; And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe; But even his mother shall uncharge the practice, Laer. My lord, I will be ruled; The rather, if you could devise it so That I might be the organ. It falls right. King. 70 You have been talked of since your travel much, And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality Wherein, they say, you shine; your sum of parts As did that one, and that, in my regard, Laer. What part is that, my lord? King. A very riband in the cap of youth, Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears Than settled age his sables and his weeds, Importing health and graveness. Two months since, 80 Here was a gentleman of Normandy; – Come short of what he did. Laer. I know him well; he is the brooch, indeed, And gem of all the nation. King. He made confession of you, And gave you such a masterly report And for your rapier most especially, That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed, If one could match you; the scrimers of their nation, He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, If you opposed them. Sir, this report of his Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy, 100 That he could nothing do but wish and beg Laer. What out of this, my lord? King. Laertes, was your father dear to you? Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart? Laer. Why ask you this? King. Not that I think you did not love your father, 110 But that I know love is begun by time, And that I see, in passages of proof, For goodness, growing to a plurisy, Dies in his own too-much that we would do : We should do when we would; for this would changes, And hath abatements and delays as many 120 As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; And then this should is like a spendthrift sigh, That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o' the ulcer: Hamlet comes back: what would you undertake To show yourself your father's son in deed More than in words? |