Enter Messenger. Mef. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet. Mef. Sailors, my lord, they fay; I faw them not: They were given me by Claudio, he receiv'd them. King. Laertes, you fhall hear them: leave us, all[Exit Mef. HI IGH and Mighty, you shall know, I am setnaked on your Kingdom. To-morrow fhall I beg leave to fee your kingly eyes. When I fhall, first asking your pardon thereunto,) recount th' occafion of my fudden return. Hamlet. What should this mean? are all the rest come back? Or is it fome abufe-and no fuch thing? Laer. Know you the hand? King. 'Tis Hamlet's character; Alone: can you advise me? Laer. I'm loft in it, my lord: but let him come; It warms the very fickness in my heart, That I fhall live and tell him to his teeth, King. If it be fo, Laertes, As how should it be fo?-how, otherwife? Laer. I, fo you'll not o'er-rule me to a peace. And for his death no wind of Blame shall breathe; But ev'n his mother fhall uncharge the practice, And call it accident. Laer. Laer. I will be rul'd, The rather, if you could devise it so, That I might be the organ. King. It falls right : You have been talkt of fince your travel much, Laer. What part is that, my lord? King. A very feather in the cap of youth, Yet needful too; for youth no lefs becomes The light and careless livery that it wears, Than fettled age his fables, and his weeds * Importing wealth and gravenefs. Two months fince, Here was a gentleman of Normandy; I've seen myself, and ferv'd against the French, . And they can well on horfe-back; but this Gallant Had witchcraft in't, he grew unto his feat; And to fuch wondrous doing brought his horse, Come fhort of what he did. Laer. A Norman, was't? King. A Norman. Laer. Upon my life, Lamond. King. The fame. 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 fuch a masterly report, Importing health and graveness.] Shakespear wrote, i.. that the Wearers are Rich Burgers and Magiftrates. And And for your rapier most especial, That he cry'd out, 'twould be a Sight indeed, [tion, That he could nothing do, but wish and beg Laer. What out of this, my lord? King. Laertes, was your father dear to you? Or are you like the painting of a forrow, A face without a heart? Laer. Why afk you this? [father, King. Not that I think, you did not love your But that I know, love is begun by time; And that I fee in paffages of proof, Time qualifies the fpark and fire of it: Dies in his own too much; what we would do, As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; More than in words? Laer. To cut his throat i' th' church. King. No place indeed, fhould murder fanctuarife; Revenge fhould have no bounds; but, good Laertes, Will you do this? keep clofe within your chamber; Hamlet, return'd, fhall know you are come home : We'll put on thofe fhall praife your excellence, And fet a double varnish on the fame The The Frenchman gave you; bring you in fine together, Laer. I will do't; And for the purpose I'll anoint my fword: King. Let's farther think of this; Weigh, what convenience both of time and means SCENE X. Enter Queen. How now, sweet Queen? Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So faft they follow: your fifter's drown'd, Laertes. Laer. Laer. Drown'd! oh where? Queen. There is a willow grows allant a Brook, That fhews his hoar leaves in the glaffy ftream There with fantastic garlands did she come, Of crow-flowers, nettles, daifies, and long purples, Unto that element: but long it could not be, Lear. Alas then, she is drown'd! Queen. Drown'd, drown'd. Laer. Too much of water haft thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet It is our trick; Nature her cuftom holds, Let Shame fay what it will; when these are gone, I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, King. Follow, Gertrude: How much had I to do to calm his rage! Now fear I, this will give it ftart again; Therefore, let's follow. [Exit. Exeunt. ACT |