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SCENE V.-Elsinore. A Room in the Castle. ·
Enter QUEEN and HORATIO.
Hor. She is importunate; indeed, distract;
What would she have? Hor. She speaks much of her father; says, she hears, There 's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her
heart; Spurns enviously at straws ; speaks things in doubt, That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing, Yet the unshaped use of it doth move The hearers to collection; they aim at it, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts ; Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield
them, Indeed would make one think there would be thought, Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Queen. 'T were good she were spoken with ; for she
may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds : Let her come in.
[Exit HORATIO. To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss : So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself, in fearing to be spilt.
Re-enter Horatio with Ophelia.
From another one ?
And his sandal shoon.
He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone;
At his heels a stone.
Pray you, mark.
Which bewept to the grave did not go,
With true-love showers. King. How do you, pretty lady?
Oph. Well, God 'ield you la They say, the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but, know not what we may be. God be at your table !
King. Conceit upon her father.
Oph. Pray you, let us have no words of this ; but when they ask you what it means, say you this:
To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day
All in the morning betime,
To be your Valentine :
And dupp'd b the chamber-door;
Never departed more.
Oph. Indeed, la, without an oath, I 'll make an end on 't:
By Gis, and by Saint Charity,
Alack, and iye for shame!
By cock, they are to blame.
Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
You promis'd me to wed:
An thou hadst not come to my bed.
Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him i' the cold ground : My brother shall know of it, and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night, good night. King. Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you.
[A noise within. Queen.
Alack! what noise is this? A Greenly-unwisely; like novices. b Murdering piece-a caunon was so called.
Enter a Gentleman. King. Where are my Switzers ? Let them guard the
door : What is the matter? Gent.
Save yourself, my lord;
Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
Enter Laertes, armed ; Danes following. Laer. Where is this king ?-Sirs, stand you all withDan. No, let 's come in. Laer.
I pray you, give me leave. Dan. We will, we will.
[They retire without the door. Laer. I thank you :-keep the door.-0 thou vile
king, Give me my father. Queen.
Calmly, good Laertes.
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
Laer. Where is my father ?
But not by him. King. Let him demand his fill.
Laer. How came he dead ? I 'll not be juggled with : To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil ! Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation : To this point I stand, That both the worlds I give to negligence, Let come what comes; only I 'll be revenged Most throughly for my father.
King. Who shall stay you ?
Laer. My will, not all the world :
Laer. None but his enemies.
Will you know them then ?
Why, now you speak