Which let thy wisdom fear: Hold off thy hand. King. Pluck them asunder. Queen. Hamlet, Hamlet! All. Gentlemen, Hor. 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? 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. Ham. 'Zounds, show me what thou'lt do: 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? Be buried quick with her, and so will 1: And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us; till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou. Queen. This is mere madness: And thus awhile the fit will work on him; When that her golden couplets are disclos'd, Ilam. Hear you, Sir; What is the reason that you use me thus? I et Hercules himself do what he may, Good Gertrude, set some watch over you. son. Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt. 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 sometime serves us well, When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach us, There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Hor. That is most certain. My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark Finger'd their packet; and, in fine, withdrew Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio, No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, 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, A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much Hor. Ay, good my Lord. Ham. An earnest conjuration from the King,As England was his faithful tributary; As love between them like the palm might flourish; And such like as's of great charge, - 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: The changeling never known: Now, the next day 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 Of mighty opposites. Hor. Why, what a King is this! Ham. Does it not, think thee, stand me now upon? He that hath kill'd my King, and whor'd my mother; Popp'd in between the election and my hopes; And with such cozenage; is't not perfect conscience, To quit him with this arm? and 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 issue of the business there. Ham. It will be short: the interim is mine; And a man's life's s no more than to say, one. But I am very sorry, good Horatio, That to Laertes I forgot myself; I see The portraiture of his: I'll count his favours: Hor. Peace; who comes here? Enter OSRICK. Osr. Your Lordship is right welcome back to Denmark. Ham. I humbly thank you, Sir.-Dost know this waterfly? Hor. No, my good Lord. Ham. Thy state 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 mess: 'tis a chough; but as I say, spacious in the possession of dirt. Osr. Sweet Lord, if your Lordship were at leisure, I should impart a thing to you from his Majesty. Ham. I will receive it, Sir, with all diligence of spirit: 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. Osr. It is indifferent cold, my Lord, indeed. Ham. But yet, methinks, it is very sultry and hot; or my complexion My Lord, that he has Osr. Exceedingly, my Lord; it is very sultry, - as 'twere, - 1 cannot tell how. his Majesty bade me signify to you, laid a great wager on your head: Sir, matter, this is the |