As day does to your eye. Danes. [Within.] Let her come in. Laer. How now! what noise is that? Re-enter Ophelia. O heat, dry up my brains! Tears seven times salt, Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye! Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! O heavens! is 't possible, a young maid's wits Oph. [Sings.] They bore him barefaced on the bier: [Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny;] And in his grave rained many a tear,— 155 Fare you well, my dove! Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, It could not move thus. Oph. [Sings.] You must sing a-down a-down, And you call him a-down-a. O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter. Laer. This nothing's more than matter. Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; 160 165 pray you, love, remember; and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. Laer. A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted. 0, Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines; 170 there's rue for you, and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays. you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died. They say he made a good end,[Sings.] For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy. 175 180 185 Laer. Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself, Oph. [Sings.] And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead; Go to thy death-bed; He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll. He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan. God ha' mercy on his soul! And of all Christian souls, [I pray God.] God buy you. 90 Laer. Do you see this, O God? [Exit. King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief, Or you deny me right. Go but apart, Laer. Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and King. me. If by direct or by collateral hand They find us touched, we will our kingdom Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, Be you content to lend your patience to us, Let this be so. His means of death, his obscure funeral- No noble rite nor formal ostentation 195 200 Cry to be heard, as 't were from heaven to 205 earth, That I must call 't in question. So you shall; And where the offence is let the great axe fall. [Exeunt. 15 20 SCENE VI. Another room in the castle. Enter Horatio and a servant. Hor. What are they that would speak with me? Serv. Sea-faring men, 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 First Sail. God bless you, sir. Hor. Let him bless thee too. First Sail. He shall, sir, an 't please him. There's a letter for you, sir-it comes from the ambassador that was bound for Englandif 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. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chase. Finding ourselves 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 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 speed as thou wouldest fly death. I have 25 "He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet." Come, I will make you way for these your letters; And do 't the speedier, that you may direct And you must put me in your heart for friend, Laer. It well appears. But tell me 5 Why you proceeded not against these feats, So crimeful and so capital in nature, |