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They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give,
Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours,
To you in satisfaction; but if not,
Be you content to lend your patience to us,
And we shall jointly labour with your soul
To give it due content.
Laer.

Let this be so:
His means of death, his obscure funeral,
No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his bones,
No noble rite, nor formal ostentation,
Cry to be heard, as 't were from heaven to earth,
That I must call 't in question.
King.

So you shall; -
And, where th' offence is, let the great axe fall.
I pray you, go with me.

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SCENE VI.

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Another Room in the Same.

Enter HORATIO, and a Servant.
Hor. What are they, that would speak with me?
Serv. Sailors, Sir: they say, they have letters for you.
Hor. Let them come in.

[Exit Servant.
I do not know from what part of the world
I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet.

Enter Sailors. 1 Sail. God bless you , Sir. Hor. Let him bless thee too. 1 Sail.

He shall, Sir, an 't please him. There 's a letter for you, Sir: comes from the ambassador that was bound for England, if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.

Hor. [Reads.] “Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the king: they have letters for him.

were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chase. Finding ourselves 187 too slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour; and in the grapple I boarded them: on the instant they got clear of our ship, so I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me, like thieves of mercy; but they knew what they did; I

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am to do a good turn for them. Let the king have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou would'st fly death. I have words to speak in thine ear will make thee dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter. These good fellows will bring thee where

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for
England: of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell.

He that thou knowest thine, HAMLET."
Come, I will give you way for these your letters;
And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them.

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SCENE VII.

Another Room in the Same.

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Enter King and LAERTÉS.
King. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal,
And you must put me in your heart for friend,
Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
That he, which hath your noble father slain,
Pursu'd my life.
Laer.

It well appears: but tell me,
Why you proceeded not against these feats,
So crimeful and so capital in nature,
As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things else,
You mainly were stirr'd up.
King.

0! for two special reasons,
Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd,
But yet to me they are strong. The queen, his mother,
Lives almost by his looks; and for myself,
(My virtue, or my plague, be it either which)
She's so conjunctive to my life and soul,

That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, 189 I could not but by her. | The other motive,

Why to a public count I might not go,
Is the great love the general gender bear him;
Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows,
Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind,
Would have reverted to my bow again,
And not where I had aim'd them. :

Laer. And so have I a noble father lost,
A sister driven into desperate terms,
Whose worth, if praises may go back again,
Stood challenger on mount of all the age
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 think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more:
I loved your father, and we love ourself;
And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine,
How now? what news? |
Enter a Messenger.

190 Mess.

Letters, my lord, from Hamlet. This to your majesty: this to the queen.

King. From Hamlet? who brought them?

Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not:
They were given me by Claudio, he receiv'd them
Of him that brought them.
King.

Laertes, you shall hear them.
Leave us.

[Exit Messenger. [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.

'T is Hamlet's character. “Naked;" and in a postscript here, he

says “ Alone”; can you advise me? | Laer. I'm lost in it, my lord. But let him come:

191 It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth , “Thus diddest thou.” King.

If it be so, Laertes,
(As how should it be so? how otherwise?)
Will you be ruled by me?
Laer.

Ay, my lord;
So you will not o'er- rule me to a peace.
King.
To thine own peace.

If he be now return'd,

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As liking not 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,

And call it accident. | 192 Laer.

My lord, I will be rul'd;
The rather, if you could devise it so,
That I might be the organ.
King.

It falls right.
You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality
Wherein, they say, you shine : your sum of parts
Did not together pluck such envy from him,
As did that one; and that, in my regard ,
Of the unworthiest siege.
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, 193 Here was a gentleman of Normandy,

I have seen myself, and serv'd against, the French,
And they can well on horseback; but this gallant
Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat;
And to such wond'rous doing brought his horse,
As he had been incorps'd and demi - natur’d
With the brave beast: so far he topp'd my thought,
That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,
Come short of what he did.
Laer.

A Norman, was 't?
King. A Norman.
Laer. Upon my life, Lamord.
King.

The very same.
Laer. I know him well: he is the brooch, indeed,
And gem of all the nation. I
194 King. He made confession of you ;

And gave you such a masterly report,
For art and exercise in your defence,
And for your rapier most especial,
That he cried out, 't would be a sight indeed,

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If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation,
He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
If you oppos’d them. Sir, this report of his
Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy,
That he could nothing do, but wish and beg
Your sudden coming o'er, to play with you.
Now, out of this,
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,
But that I know love is begun by time;
And that I see,

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passages of proof,
Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
There lives within the very flame of love
A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it,
And nothing is at a like goodness still;
For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,
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,
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 indeed,
More than in words?
Laer.

To cut his throat i' the church. I
King. No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes,
Will you do this, keep close within your chamber.
Hamlet, return’d, shall know you are come home :
We 'll put on those shall praise your excellence,
And set a double varnish on the fame
The Frenchman gave you: bring you, in fine, together,
And wager on your heads : he, being remiss,
Most generous, and free from all contriving,
Will not peruse the foils; so that with ease,
Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
A sword unbated, and in a pass of practice
Requite him for your father.

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