King. Go feek him there. Ham. He will ftay 'till ye come. King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine efpecial fafety, Ham. For England? King. Ay, Hamlet. King. So is it, if thou knew'it our purposes. Ham. I fee a Cherub that fees them; but come, for England! farewel, dear mother! King. Thy loving father, Hamlet. Ham. My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is one flesh, and fo my mother. Come, for England! [Exit. King. Follow him at foot, tempt him with speed aboard; Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night, Away, for every thing is feal'd and done That elfe leans on th' affair; pray you make hafte. [Exeunt Rofincroffe and Guildenstern. The prefent death of Hamlet. Do it, England: 3 fet [Exit. SCENE For. S CENE IV. A Camp on the Frontiers of Denmark. G Enter Fortinbras with an Army. O, captain, from me greet the Danish King, Capt. I will do't, my Lord. For. Go foftly on. [Exit Fortinbras, with the Army. Enter Hamlet, Rofincroffe, &c. Ham. Good Sir, whofe powers are these? Cap. The nephew of old Norway, Fortinbras. Capt. Truly to fpeak it, and with no addition, We go to gain a little patch of ground That hath in it no profit but the name. Το pay five ducats-five-I would not farm it, Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole A ranker rate, fhould it be fold in fee. Ham. Why then the Polack never will defend it. Ham. Two thoufand fouls, and many thoufand ducats Will not debate the question of this ftraw; This is th' impofthume of much wealth and peace, 4 twenty That That inward breaks, and fhews no caufe without Rof. Will't please you go, my Lord? How all occafions do inform against me, To ruft in us unus'd. Now whether it be Of thinking too precifely on th' event, [Exeunt. (A thought which quartered hath but one part wisdom, And ever three parts coward :) I do not know Why yet I live to fay this thing's to do, Sith I have caufe, and will, and ftrength, and means To do't. Examples grofs as earth exhort me; Led by a delicate and tender Prince, When honour's at the ftake. How ftand I then, Whercon Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, SCENE V. A Palace. Enter Queen, and a Gentleman. Queen. I Will not speak with her. Gent. She is importunate, Indeed distract; her mood will needs be pitied. [Exit. Gent. She fpeaks much of her father; fays fhe hears There's tricks i'th' world, and hems, and beats her heart, Spurns enviously at ftraws, fpeaks things in doubt That carry but half fenfe: her speech is nothing, Yet the unfhaped use of it doth move The hearers to collection; they aim at it, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts, Queen. Let her come in →→ To my fick foul, as fin's true nature is, Each toy feems prologue to fome great amiss; It spills it felf in fearing to be fpilt. Enter Ophelia diftrafted. [Exit Gent. Oph. Where is the beauteous Majefty of Denmark? VOL. VI. Cc 5 Enter Queen, Horatio and a Gentleman. Queen 6 Hor. 'Twere good fhe were spoken with, for fhe may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill breeding minds. Let her come in Queen. To my fick foul, &c. Queen. How now, Ophelia? Oph. How Should I your true love know from another one? By his cockle bat and staff, and his fandal fhoon. [Singing. Queen. Alas, fweet Lady; what imports this fong? Oph. Say you? nay, pray you mark. He's dead and gone, Lady, he's dead and gone, Enter King. Queen. Nay, but Ophelia. Oph. Pray you mark. White his froud as the mountain fnow. Which bewept to the grave did go, King. How do ye, pretty Lady? Oph. Well, Godild you. They fay the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table! King. Conceit upon her father. Oph. Pray let us have no words of this; but when they ask you what it means, fay you this: To-morrow is St. Valentine's day, all in the morn betime, Then up be rofe, and don'd his cloaths, and 'op'd the chamber-door ; 81 Let in a maid, but out a maid never departed more. King. Pretty Ophelia! Oph. Indeed? without an oath, I'll make an end on't. By Gis, and by S. Charity; Young men will do't, if they come to'l, 7 dupt... old edit. Warb. emend. d'opt i. e. do the maid, that Quotk open. |