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Woo’t weep? woo't fight ? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?
Queen. This is mere madness;
Ham. Hear you, Sir
[Exit Hor. 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. An hour of quiet shortly shall we see ; 'Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt.
S CE N E III.
A Hall in the Palace.
Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
O much for this, now shall you see the other.
Hor. 9 Efill?
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Hor. Remember it, my Lord ?
Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, That would not let me seep; methought I lay Worse than the mutineers in bilboes; rashness (And prais'd be rashness for it) let us know Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, When our deep plots do fail; and that should teach us, There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
Hor. That is most certain.
Ham. Up from my cabin,
Hor. Is't possible?
Ham. Here's the commission, read it at more leisure ; But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed?
Hor. I beseech you.
Ham. Being thus benetted round with "/villains, and Ere! I could make a prologue to my brains, They * 'having begun the play; I fate me down, Devis'd a new commission, wrote it fair: (I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair ; and labour'd much How to forget that learning; but, Sir, now It did me yeoman's service;) wilt thou know Th' effect of what I wrote ?
Hor. ! villairs, Eier
Hor. Ay, good my Lord.
Ham. An earnest conjuration from the King,
Hor. How was this seal'd?
Ham. Why, ev'n in that was heaven ordinant ;
Hor. So, Guildenstern and Rosincrosse go to't.
Ham. They are not near my conscience; their defeat Doth by their own insinuation grow: 'Tis dangerous when baser natures come Between the pass and fell incensed points Of-mighty opposites.
Hor. Why, what a King is this !
Ham. Does it not, think'st thou, stand me now upon ? He that hath kill'd my King, and whor'd my mother, Popt in between th' election and my hopes, Thrown out his angle for my proper life, And with such cozenage; is’t not perfect conscience, To quit him with this arm; is’t not to be damn'd, To let this canker of our nature come In further evil?
Hor. It must be shortly known to him from England, What is the illue of the business there.
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Ham. It will be short. The interim is mine,
Hor. Peace, who comes here?
S c E N E IV.
Enter Ofrick. Ofr. Your Lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.
Ham. I humbly thank you, Sir. Doft know this water
Hor. No, my good Lord.
Ham. Thy itate is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to know him : he hath much land, and fertile ; let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the King's messe ; ?ris a chough; but as I say, spacious in the posfeffion of dirt.
Ofr. Sweet Lord, if your Lordship were at leisure, I should impart a thing to you from his Majesty.
Ham. I will receive it with all diligence of spirit ; pue your bonnet to his right use, 'tis for the head.
Osr. I thank your Lordship, 'tis very hot. Ham. No, believe me, 'tis very cold, the wind is northerly.
Ofr. It is indifferent cold, my Lord, indeed.
Ham. Methinks it is very sultry, and hot for my complexion.
Ofr. Exceedingly, my Lord, it is very sultry, as 'twere, I cannot tell how :
My Lord, his Majesty bid me fignifie to you, that he has laid a great wager on your head : Sir, this is the matter Ham. I beseech you, remember
Ofr. Nay, in good faith, for mine ease, in good faith :
Sir, you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at his weapon.
Ham. What's his weapon?
Ofr. The King, Sir, has wag'd with him six Barbary horses, against the which he impon'd, as I take it, lix French rapiers and poniards, with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, or so: three of the carriages in faith are very dear to fancy, very responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, and of very liberal conceit.
Ham. What call you the carriages ?
Ham. The phrase would be more germane to the matter, if we could carry cannon by our sides; I would it might be hangers 'till then. But on; sıx Barbary horses, against fix French fwords, their assigns, and three liberalconceited carriages, that's the French bett against the Danish; why is this impon’d, as you call it?
Ofr. The King, Sir, hath laid, that in a dozen passes between you and him, he shall not exceed you three hits; He hath laid on twelve for nine, and it would come to immediate tryal, if your Lordship would vouchsafe the answer.
Ham. How if I answer no?
Ofr. I mean, my Lord, the opposition of your person in tryal.
Ham. Sir, I will walk here in the hall; if it please his Majesty, 'tis the breathing time of day with me; let the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the King hold his purpose, I will win for him if I can: if not, I'll gain nothing but my shame, and the odd hits.
Ofr. Shall I deliver you fo?
Ham. To this effect, Sir, after what flourish your nature will.
Osr. I commend my duty to your Lordship. [Exit.