Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at; his right cheel Reposing on a cushion. Gui. Arv. Where? O' the floor; His arms thus leagu'd: I thought, he slept; and put My clouted brogues* from off my feet, whose rudeness Answer'd my steps too loud. Gui. Why, he but sleeps: If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, And worms will not come to thee. Arv. With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock† would With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming Those rich left heirs, that let their fathers lie Without a monument!) bring thee all this: Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-ground thy corse. Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less; for Cloten Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys; And, though he came our enemy, remember, He was paid for that: Tho' mean and mighty: rotting Together, have one dust; yet reverence (That angel of the world) doth make distinction Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely; And though you took his life, as being our foe, You bury him as a prince. * Shoes plated with iron. †The red breast. Probably a corrupt reading for wither round thy corse. Punished. Gui. Pray you, fetch him hither; Thersites' body is as good as Ajax, When neither are alive. FUNERAL DIRGE. Gui. Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Care no more to clothe and eat; Gui. Fear no more the lightning-flash, IMOGEN AWAKING. Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; Which is the way? * Judgment. †Seal the same contract. I thank you. By yon bush?-Pray, how far thither? 'Ods pittikins!*____ --can it be six miles yet? I have gone all night:—'faith, I'll lay down and sleep. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; I tremble still with fear: but if there be ACT V. A ROUTED ARMY. No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost, But that the heavens fought: the king himself Of his wings destitute, the army broken, And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying Through a straight lane; the enemy full-hearted, Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling Merely through fear; that the strait pass was damm'd‡ With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living To die with lengthen'd shame. DEATH. I, in mine own woe charm'd, *This diminutive adjuration is derived from God's my pity, † An Arrow.j + Blocked up. Could not find death where I did hear him groan; That draw his knives i' the war. Hamlet. ACT I. PRODIGIES. In the most high and palmy* state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead * * As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, GHOSTS VANISH AT THE CROWING OF THE COCK. THE REVERENCE PAID TO CHRISTMAS TIME: It fadad on the crowing of the cock. * Victorious. †The moon. + Wandering. $ Proof. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes MORNING. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, REAL GRIEF. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, To give these mourning duties to your father: But, you must know, your father lost a father; To do obsequious sorrow: But to perséver |