S CENE V. Changes to a Palace. Enter Queen, and Horatio. Queen. Will not fpeak with her. Indeed, diftract. Her mood will needs be pitied. Hor. She fpeaks much of her father; fays, fhe hears, There's tricks 'th'world; and hems, and beats her heart; Spurns enviously at ftraws; fpeaks things in doubt, That carry but half fenfe. Her fpeech is nothing, Yet the unfhap'd ufe of it doth move, The hearers to collection; they aim at it, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; Which as her winks, and nods, and geftures yield them, Indeed would make one think, there might be thought, Tho' nothing fure, yet much unhappily. 9 'Twere good fhe were fpoken with, for fhe may ftrow Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. [Exit. Hor, 9 'Twere good she were spoken with, Thefe lines are given to the Queen in the folio, and to Horatio in the quarto. I have followed Hanmer's regulation. To my fick foul, as fin's true nature is, It spills itself, in fearing to be spilt. Amifs Enter Horatio, with Ophelia, distracted. Oph. Where is the beauteous Majefty of Denmark? Queen. How now, Ophelia ? Oph. How Should I your true Love know from another one ? By his cockle hat and staff, and by his fandal fhoon. [Singing. Queen. Alas, fweet lady; what imports this Song? He's dead and gone, lady, he is dead and gone; Enter King. Queen. Nay, but Ophelia. By his cockle hat and flaff, and by his fandal hoon. ] This is the defcription of a pilgrim. While this kind of devotion was in favour, love-intrigues were carried on under that mask. Hence the old ballads and novels made pilgrimages the fubjects of their plots. The cockle-fhell hat was one of the effential badges of this vocation: for the chief places of devotion being beyond fea, or on the coafts, the pilgrims were accustomed to put cockle-fhells upon their hats, to denote the intention or perform. ance of their devotion. WARBURTON. White bis fhroud as the mountain fnow. Queen. Alas, look here, my Lord. Oph Larded all with fweet flowers King. How do ye, pretty lady? 2 what we God be at Oph. Well, God 'ield you! They fay, the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know are, but we know not what we may be. your table! King. Conceit upon your 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, King. Pretty Ophelia ! Oph. Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't. 2 the owl was a baker's daughter.] This was a metamorphofis of the common people, arifing from the mealy appearance of the Owl's feathers, and her guarding the bread from mice. WARB. 3 And dupt the chamber door ;] To dup, is to do up; to lift the latch. It were eaty to write, And op'd― 4 By Gis, and by St. Charity, Young men will do't, if they come to't, So would I ba' done, by yonder fun, King. How long has the been thus ? Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be patient; but I cannot chufe but weep, to think, they fhould lay him i' th' cold ground; my brother fhall know of it, and fo I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach. Good night, ladies; good night, fweet ladies; good night, good night. [Exit. King. Follow her clofe, give her good watch, I pray [Exit Horatio. This is the poifon of deep grief; it fprings you. All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude! Divided from herfelf, and her fair judgment; [A noife within. Queen. Alack! what Noife is this? SCENE VI. Enter a Messenger. King. Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door. What is the matter? Mef Save yourself, my Lord. The ocean, over-peering of his lift, 7 Feeds on his wonder,-] The the connection. Wherein, that |