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Did not together pluck such enyy from him,
What part is that, my lord?
A Norman, was't?
The very same. Laer. I know him weil: he is the brooch, 7 indeed,
of all the nation. King. He made confession of you ; And gave you such a masterly report, For art and exercise in your defence, 8 And for your rapier most especial, That he cried out, ’twould be a sight indeed, If one could match you: the scrimers 9 of their nation,
8 Science of defence, i.e. fencing. 9 Fencers.
He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
What out of this, my lord ?
this? King. Not that I think, you did not love your
father ; But that I know, love is begun by time; And that I see, 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 goodness still ; For goodness, growing to a plurisy, Dies in his own too-much: That 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 spendthrift sigh, That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o'the ulcer : Hamlet comes back; What would you undertake, To show yourself in deed your
father's son More than in words ? Laer.
To cut his throat i'the church.
King. No place, indeed, should murder sanctua
rize; Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes, Will you do this, keep close within your chamber: Hamlet, return'd, shall kn
you are come home:
heads : he, being remiss,
I will do't:
Let's further think of this;
2 Not blunted as foils are.
If this should blast in proof. Soft;-—let me see:-
? Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow -Your sister's drown'd, Laertes.
Laer. Drown'd! 0, where?
Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Therewith fantastick garlands did she make Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal' shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies, and herself, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her
up: Which time, she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress,
4 As fire arms sometimes burst in proving their strength. 5 Skill. 6 Presented. 7 A cup for the purpose.
8 Thrust. 9 Orchis morio mas. I Licentious. 2 Insensible. VOL. X.
Or like a creature native and indu'd
Laer. Alas then, she is drown'd?
Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
Let's follow, Gertrude : How much I had to do to calm his rage! Now fear I, this will give it start again; Therefore, let's follow.
SCENE I.-A Church Yard.
Enter Two Clowns, with Spades, fc. i Clo. Is she to be buried in christian burial, that wilfully seeks her own salvation ?
2 Clo. I tell thee, she is; therefore make her grave straight:4 the crowner hath set on her, and finds it christian burial.
1 Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence ?