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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.
[Exit OPHELIA. King. Follow her close: give her good watch, I pray you.
[Exit HORATIO. O! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs All from her father's death. [A Noise without
Mar. Save yourself, my lord :
officers: the rabble call him, lord ; They cry, Choose we, Laertes shall be king! Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds, Laertes shall be king, Laertes king! [A Noise without. Laer. [Without.) Where is this King ?-Sirs, stand you all without.
[Exit MARCELLUS. Queen. Calmly, good Laertes. Laer. That drop of blood, that's calm, proclaims
me bastard ;
King. What is the cause, Laertes,
Laer. Where's my father?
Queen. But not by him.
Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with :
King. Who shall stay you?
Laer. My will, not all the world's:
King. Good Laertes,
Hor. [Without.] O poor Ophelia !
King. Let her come in.
And in his grave rain'd many a tear ;Fare you
dove ! Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade re
venge, It could not move thus.
Oph. You must sing,
(Sings.] Down-a-down, an you call kim a-down-a. o, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter.
Laer. This nothing's more than matter.
Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance ; ’pray you, 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 call it herb of grace o' Sundays :-you may wear your rue with a difference.—There's a daisy: I would give you some violets; but they wither'd all, when my father died :-They say, he made a good end,[Sings.] For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,
Laer. Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself, She turns to favour, and to prettiness. Oph. (Sings.] And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead,
Go to thy death-bed,
And peace be with his soul ! And with all christian souls! I pray Heaven.
[Exeunt OPHELIA and Queen. King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief, Or you deny me right. Go but apart, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me: If by direct, or by collateral, hand They find us touch’d, we will our kingdom give, Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, To you in satisfaction; but, if not, Be you content to lend your patience to us,
And we shall jointly labour with your soul
Laer. Let this be so;
King. So you shall;
An Apartment in the Palace.
Enter HORATIO and FRANCISCO.
Fran. Sailors, sir;
Hor. Let them come in. [Exit FRANCISCO.
Enter two SAILORS.
1 Sail. Heaven 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 came from the embassador that was bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
HORATIO reads the Letter. Horatio, when thou shalt have overlook'd this, give these fellows some means to the King; they have letters for him. Rosencrantz and Guildanstern hold their course for England ; of them I have much to tell thee.--In my heart there was a kind of fighting, that would not let me sleep; up from my cabin, in the dark grop'd I to find out them; had my desire ; finger'd their packet ; and withdrew to my own room again, making so bold to unseal their grand commission ; when I found, that, on the supervise, no leisure bated, no, not to stay the grinding of the axe, my head should be struck off. I sat me down, devis'd a new commission, that, on the view of these contents, the bearers should be put to sudden death. I had my father's signet in my purse, which was the model of that Danish seal ; folded the writ up in the form of the other ; gave it the impression ; plac'd it safely, the changeling never known.—The next day, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chase : Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a compelld valour, and 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 would'st Ay death. These good fellows will bring thee where I Farewell. He that thow knowest thine,
HAMLET. Come, I will give you way
letters; And do't the speedier, that you may direct me To him, from whom you brought them.. (Exeunt.