Laer. What ceremony else? 1 Priest. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd As we have warrantise; her death was doubtful; 230 And, but that great command o'ersways the order, She should in ground unsanctified have lodged Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers, 240 Shards, flints, and pebbles should be thrown on her; Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home Laer. Must there no more be done? 1 Priest. No more be done! We should profane the service of the dead Laer. Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring!-I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. Ham. What, the fair Ophelia ! Queen. Sweets to the sweet; farewell! [Scattering flowers I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife; I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, And not t' have strewed thy grave. Laer. Oh, treble woe Fall ten times treble on that cursed head Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead, Of blue Olympus. 250 Ham. [Advancing] What is he whose grief Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand Ham. Thou pray'st not well. I pr'ythee, take thy fingers from my throat; Yet have I something in me dangerous, Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand! Queen. Hamlet, Hamlet! 270 i Hor. Good my lord, be quiet. [The Attendants part them, ånd they come out of the grave Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme Until my eyelids will no longer wag. Queen. O my son, what theme? Ham. I loved Ophelia; forty thousand brothers King. Oh, he is mad, Laertes. Queen. For love of God, forbear him. Ham. Come, show me what thou❜lt do; Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself? Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile ? I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine? Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart! Queen. Nay, and thou'lt mouth, This is mere madness; And thus awhile the fit will work on him; When that her golden couplets are disclosed, Ham. Hear you, sir, 290 What is the reason that you use me thus? The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. [Exit King. I pray you, good Horatio, wait upon him. [Exit HORATIO [To LAERTES] Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech; We'll put the matter to the present push. Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son. This grave shall have a living monument: An hour of quiet shortly shall we see ; Till then, in patience our proceeding be. SCENE II A Hall in the Castle Enter HAMLET and HORATIO 300 [Exeunt Ham. So much for this, sir; now let me see the other; You do remember all the circumstance? Hor. Remember it, my lord? Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, That would not let me sleep; methought I lay Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly, And praised be rashness for it, - let us know, Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well When our deep plots do pall; and that should teach us 10 There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. Hor. Ham. Up from my cabin, That is most certain. My sea-gown scarfed about me, in the dark Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio, — That, on the supervise, no leisure bated, |