And think it pastime. You fhall foon hear more. And that I hope, will teach you to imagine. Enter a Meffenger. Mef. Letters, my Lord, from Hamlet. 'Thefe to your Majefty: this to the Queen. King. From Hamlet? who brought them? Mej. Sailors, my Lord, they fay; I faw them not:. They were given me by Claudio, he receiv'd them. King. Laertes, you fhall hear them: leave us, all[Exit Mef. H Igh and Mighty, you shall know, I am fet naked on your Kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to fee your kingly eyes. When I ball, (first asking your `pardon thereunto,) recount the occafion of my fudden return. Hamlet. What fhould this mean? are all the reft come back? and no fuch thing? Or is it fome abuse Laer. Know you the hand? King. 'Tis Hamlet's character; Naked; and (in a poftfcript here, he fays) Alone can you advise me? Laer. I'm loft in it, my Lord: but let him come; It warms the very fickness in my heart, That I fhall live and tell him to his teeth, Thus diddeft thou. King. If it be fo, Laertes, As how fhould it be fo?. Will you be rul❜d by me? -how, otherwife ? Laer. Ay, fo you'll not o'er-rule me to a peace. King. To thine own peace; if he be now return'd, As liking not his voyage, and that he means No more to undertake it; I will work him To an exploit now ripe in my device, Under the which he fhall not chufe but fall: And for his death no wind of blame fhall breathe; But But ev'n his mother fhall uncharge the practice, Laer. I will be rul'd, The rather, if you could devife it fo, You have been talkt of fince your travel much, Laer. What part is that, my Lord? King. A very feather in the cap of youth, I've seen myself, and ferv'd against the French, Come fhort of what he did, Laer. A Norman, was't? King. A Norman. Laer. Upon my life, Lamond. King. The fame. Laer. I know him well; he is the brooch, indeed, And gem of all the nation. King. He made confeffion of you, And gave you fuch a masterly report, That he cry'd out, 'twould be a fight indeed, If one could match you. The fcrimers of their nation, He fwore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, If you oppos'd 'em.-Sir, this report of his Laer. What out of this, my Lord ? King. Laertes, was your father dear to you? Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart? Laer. Why alk you this? King. Not that I think, you did not love your father, But that I know, love is begun by time; And that I fee in paffages of proof, Time qualifies the fpark and fire of it; A kind of wick, or fnuff, that will abate it, For goodness, growing to a pleurify, Dies in his own too much; what we would do, As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; More than in words? Laer. To cut his throat i'th' church. King. No place, indeed, fhould murder fanctuarife; The Frenchman gave you; bring you in fine together;. Requite And for the purpose I'll anoint my fword: Under the moon, can fave the thing from death, King. Let's farther think of this; Weigh, what convenience both of time and means And that our drift look through our bad performance, Enter Queen.. Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So faft they follow your fifter's drown'd, Laertes.. Laer. Drown'd! oh where ? Queen. There is a willow grows aflant a brook, That shews his hoar leaves in the glaffy ftream: There with fantaftick garlands did the come, Of crow-flowers, nettles, daifies, and long purples, (That liberal fhepherds give a groffer name; But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them ;) There on the pendant boughs, her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious fliver broke; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell Fell in the weeping brook; her cloaths fpread wide, Or like a creature native, and indued Unto that element: but long it could not be, Laer. Alas then, fhe is drown'd! Queen. Drown'd, drown'd. Laer. Too much of water haft thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet It is our trick; Nature her cuftom holds, Let Shame fay what it will; when these are gone, I have a fpeech of fire, that fain would blaze, How much had I to do to calm his rage! [Exit. King. Follow, Gertrude: Now fear I, this will give it ftart again; Therefore, let's follow. [Exeunt. F1951.6 A CT V. SCENE, A CHURCH. Enter two Clowns, with spades and mattocks, I CLOWN. S the to be buried in chriftian burial, that wilfully I feeks her own falvation? 2 Clown. I tell thee, fhe is, therefore make her grave ftraight; the crowner hath fate on her, and finds it chriftian burial. 1 Clown |