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Enter a Messenger. Mef. Letters, my Lord, from Hamlet. 'These to your Majesty : this to the Queen.
King. From Hamlet? who brought them?
Mej. Sailors, my Lord, they say; I saw them not: They were given me by Claudio, he receiv'd them. King. Laertes, you shall hear them: leave us, all
[Exit Mef. Igh and Mighty, you fall kmow, I am fet naked
on your Kingdom. To-morrow mall I beg leave to Jee your kingly eyes. When I hall
, (first asking your pare don thereunto, ) recount th* occasion of my sudden return.
Hamlet, What should this mean? are all the rest come back? Or is it some abuse and no such thing?
Laer. Know you the hand ?
King. 'Tis Hamlet's character;
Laer. I'm lost in it, my Lord: but let him come;
King. If it be so, Laertes,
Laer. Ay, so 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 shall not chufe but fall : And for his death no wind of blame fhall breathe ;
But ev'n his mother shall uncharge the practice,
Laer. I will be rul'd,
King. It falls right:
King. A very feather in the cap of youth,
Laer. A Norman, was't?
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 such a masterly report, For art and exercise in your defence; And for your rapier moft especial, That he cry'd out, ’twould be a fight indeed, If one could match you. The scrimers of their nation, He swore, 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?
Laer. Why ask you this?
King. Not that I think, you did not love your fathers, But that I know, love is begun by time; And that I fee in passages of proof, Time qualifies the spark and fire of it ; "There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it, And nothing is at a like good nefs ftill.; For goodness, growing to a pleurisy., Dies in his own too much; what we would do, We should do-when we would ; for this would changes And hath abatements and delays as many As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents ; And then this should is like a spend-thrift sigh That hurts by easing; but to th' quick o'th ulcerHamlet comes back; what would you undertake To shew yourself your father's son indeed More than in words.?
Laer. To cut his throat i’th' church..
King. No place, indeed, should murder fanctuarife: Revenge should have no bounds; but, good Laertes, Will you do this ? keep close within your chamber; Hamlet, return'd; Mall know you are come home: We'll pup on those shall praise your excellence, And set a double varnish on the fame The Frenchman gave you; bring you in fine together). And wager on your heads. He being remiss, Most generous, and free from all contriving, Will not peruse tire foils ; so that with ease, Or with a little shuffling, you may chufe A sword unbated, and in a pass of practice
Requite him for your father.
Laer. I will do't;
That is but scratch'd withal; I'll touch my point
King. Let's farther think of this ;
another's heef, So fast they follow ; your fiiter's drown'd, Laertes..
Laer. Drown'd! oh where? Queen. There is a willow grows aflant a brook, That hews his hoar leaves in the glassy stream: There with fantastick garlands did she come, Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, (That liberal shepherds 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 íliver broke;. When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook; her cloaths spread wide,
Laer. Alas then, she is drown'd!
Laer. Too much of water haft thou, poor Ophelia,
[Exit. King. Follow, Gertrude : How much had I to do to calm his rage ! Now fear I, this will give it itart again; Therefore, let's follow.
I CLOWN. S she to be buried in christian burial, that wilfully
2 Clown. I tell thee, she is, therefore make her grave Atraight; the crowner hath sate on her, and finds it christian burial.