It shall as level to your judgment pierce, As day does to your eye. Danes. [Within.] Let her come in. Laer. How now! what noise is that? Enter OPHELIA, fantastically dressed with straws and flowers. O heat, dry up my brains! tears, seven times salt, O heavens! is 't possible, a young maid's wits Oph. They bore him barefac'd on the bier; And on his grave rains many a tear;— Fare you well, my dove! Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, It could not move thus. Oph. You must sing, Down a-down, an you call him a-down-a. O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter. Laer. This nothing more than inatter. Oph. There's rosemary, that 's for remembrance;a pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that 's for thoughts. Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and remembrance fitted. Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines :there 's rue for you; and here's some for me :-—we may a Rosemary was considered to have the power of strengthening the memory. call it, herb-grace o' Sundays :-oh, you must wear your rue with a difference.-There's a daisy :-I would give you some violets; but they withered all, when my father died :-They say, he made a good end, For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy, Laer. Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself, Oph. And will he not come again? He never will come again. His beard as white as snow, He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan: Gramercy on his soul! And of all christian souls! I pray God. God be wi’ you! Laer. Do you see this, O God? [Exit OPHELIA. King. Laertes, I must common with your grief, Or you deny me right. Go but apart, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give, Be you content to lend your patience to us, Let this be so; Laer. No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his bones, a Rue was meant to express ruth-sorrow. To common, now written commune, is to make common-interchange thoughts. Cry to be heard, as 't were from heaven to earth, King. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-Another Room in the same. Enter HORATIO, and a Servant. Hor. What are they that would speak with me? They say, they have letters for you. Hor. Sailors, sir ; Let them come in. [Exit Servant. I do not know from what part of the world Enter Sailors. 1 Sail. God bless you, sir. Hor. Let him bless thee too. 1 Sail. He shall, sir, an 't please him. There's a letter for you, sir; it comes from the ambassadors that was bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is. Hor. [Reads.] Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the king; they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chace: Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour; in the grapple I boarded them: on the instant, they got clear of our ship; so I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me like thieves of mercy; but they knew what they did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou wouldst fly death. Thave words to speak in thine ear, will make thee dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter. These good fellows will bring thee where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England; of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell. He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet. Come, I will give you way for these your letters; And do 't the speedier, that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them. [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-Another Room in the same. Enter KING and LAERTES. King. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, And you must put me in your heart for friend; Laer. It well appears :-But tell me, King. (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,) Is the great love the general gender bear him : Laer. And so have I a noble father lost; Stood challenger on mount of all the age For her perfections :--But my revenge will come. think That we are made of stuff so flat and dull, That we can let our beard be shook with danger, And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine, How now? what news? Mess. Enter a Messenger. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet : This to your majesty; this to the queen. King. From Hamlet! Who brought them? Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw them not. They were given to me by Claudio, he receiv'd them. King. Laertes, you shall hear them :-Leave us. [Exit Messenger. [Reads.] High and mighty, you shall know, I am set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes: when I shall, first asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occasions of my sudden and more strange return. Hamlet. What should this mean? Are all the rest come back? 66 Naked,""alone:" Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come : It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, Thus diddest thou. King. If it be so, Laertes, As how should it be so? how otherwise? Laer. If so you'll not o'er-rule me to a peace. King. To thine own peace. If he be now return'd,— As checking at 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 choose but fall; |