I hop'd, thou should'st, have been my Hamlet's wife; I thought, thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, And not have strew'd thy grave. Laer. O treble woe Fall ten times treble on that cursed head, Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense Depriv'd thee of! - Hold off the earth a while, Till I have caught her once more in mine arms: [Leaps into the Grave. Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead; Till of this flat a mountain you have made To o'er top old Pelion, or the skyish head Of blue Olympus. 8 Ham. [Advancing.] What is he, whose grief Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand Like wonder-wounded hearers? this is I, Hamlet the Dane. Laer. [Leaps into the Grave. The devil take thy soul! [Grappling with him. Ham. Thou pray'st not well. I pr'y thee, take thy fingers from my throat; Which let thy wisdom fear: hold off thy hand. Queen. All. Gentlemen, Hor. Hamlet, Hamlet! Good my lord, be quiet. [The Attendants part them, and 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? 8 Living. Ham. I lov'd Ophelia ; forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her? King. O, he is mad, Laertes. Queen. For love of God, forbear him. Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? Woul't drink up Esil? eat a crocodile? I'll do 't. - Dost thou come here to whine? To outface me with leaping in her grave? Queen. When that her golden couplets are disclos'd', Ham. Hear you, sir; What is the reason that you use me thus? I lov'd you ever: But it is no matter; Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. [Exit. King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him. [Exit HORATIO. Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech; [To LAERTES. We'll put the matter to the present push. · Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son. This grave shall have a living monument: Eisel is vinegar; but Mr.Steevens conjectures the word should be Weisel, a river which falls into the Baltic ocean. I Hatched. An hour of quiet shortly shall we see ; Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt. SCENE II. . A Hall in the Castle. Enter HAMLET and HORATIO. Ham. So much for this, sir: now shall you 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 prais'd be rashness for it, - Let us know, Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, When our deep plots do pall3: and that should teach us, There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Hor. Ham. Up from my cabin, That is most certain. My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark 2 I Mutineers. > Fetters and handcuffs brought from Bilboa in Spain. VOL. X. That, on the supervise, no leisure bated, Hor. Is 't possible? Ham. Here's the commission; read it at more leisure. But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed? Ham. Being thus benetted round with villanies, 6 A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much Hor. Ay, good my lord. As love between them like the palm might flourish; Hor. How was this seal'd? Ham. Why, even in that was heaven ordinant; I had my father's signet in my purse, Which was the model of that Danish seal: Folded the writ up in form of the other; Subscrib'd it; gave 't the impression; plac'd it safely, The changeling never known: Now, the next day 7 A note of connection. 5 Before. 6 Statesmen. 8 Confessing. Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to 't. Ham. Why, man, they did make love to this employment; They are not near my conscience; their defeat 'Tis dangerous, when the baser nature comes Hor. Why, what a king is this! Ham. Does it not, think thee, stand me now upon? He that hath kill'd my king seduc'd my mother; Popp'd in between the election and my hopes; Thrown out his angle for my proper life, And with such cozenage; is 't not perfect onscience, To quit him with this arm? and not to let In further evil? Hor. It must be shortly known to him from England, What is the issue of the business there. Ham. It will be short: the interim is mine; And a man's life no more than to say, one. That to Laertes I forgot myself; For by the image of my cause, I see The portraiture of his: I'll count his favours: Hor. Peace; who comes here? Enter OSRIC. Osr. Your lordship is right welcome back to Den mark. Make account of, value. |