HAMLET
     

    ACT IV
     
     

    SCENE I A room in the castle.
     

            [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, ROSENCRANTZ,
            and GUILDENSTERN]

    KING CLAUDIUS   There's matter in these sighs, these profound heaves:
            You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them.
            Where is your son?

    QUEEN GERTRUDE  Bestow this place on us a little while.

            [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]

            Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night!

    KING CLAUDIUS   What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?

    QUEEN GERTRUDE  Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend
            Which is the mightier: in his lawless fit,
            Behind the arras hearing something stir,
            Whips out his rapier, cries, 'A rat, a rat!'
            And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
            The unseen good old man.

    KING CLAUDIUS   O heavy deed!
            It had been so with us, had we been there:
            His liberty is full of threats to all;
            To you yourself, to us, to every one.
            Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
            It will be laid to us, whose providence
            Should have kept short, restrain'd and out of haunt,
            This mad young man: but so much was our love,
            We would not understand what was most fit;
            But, like the owner of a foul disease,
            To keep it from divulging, let it feed
            Even on the pith of Life. Where is he gone?

    QUEEN GERTRUDE  To draw apart the body he hath kill'd:
            O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
            Among a mineral of metals base,
            Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done.

    KING CLAUDIUS   O Gertrude, come away!
            The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,
            But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed
            We must, with all our majesty and skill,
            Both countenance and excuse. Ho, Guildenstern!

            [Re-enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]

            Friends both, go join you with some further aid:
            Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
            And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him:
            Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body
            Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.

            [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]

            Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends;
            And let them know, both what we mean to do,
            And what's untimely done; so haply slander,
            Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
            As level as the cannon to his blank,
            Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name,
            And hit the woundless air. O, come away!
            My soul is full of discord and dismay.

            [Exeunt]
     
     
     

            HAMLET
     

    ACT IV
     
     

    SCENE II        Another room in the castle.
     

            [Enter HAMLET]

    HAMLET  Safely stowed.
     

    ROSENCRANTZ:    |
            |   [Within]  Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!
    GUILDENSTERN:   |
     

    HAMLET  What noise? who calls on Hamlet?
            O, here they come.

            [Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]

    ROSENCRANTZ     What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?

    HAMLET  Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.

    ROSENCRANTZ     Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence
            And bear it to the chapel.

    HAMLET  Do not believe it.

    ROSENCRANTZ     Believe what?

    HAMLET  That I can keep your counsel and not mine own.
            Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! what
            replication should be made by the son of a king?

    ROSENCRANTZ     Take you me for a sponge, my lord?

    HAMLET  Ay, sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, his
            rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the
            king best service in the end: he keeps them, like
            an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to
            be last swallowed: when he needs what you have
            gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you
            shall be dry again.

    ROSENCRANTZ     I understand you not, my lord.

    HAMLET  I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a
            foolish ear.

    ROSENCRANTZ     My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go
            with us to the king.

    HAMLET  The body is with the king, but the king is not with
            the body. The king is a thing--

    GUILDENSTERN    A thing, my lord!

    HAMLET  Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.

            [Exeunt]
     
     
     

            HAMLET
     

    ACT IV
     
     

    SCENE III       Another room in the castle.
     

            [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, attended]

    KING CLAUDIUS   I have sent to seek him, and to find the body.
            How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
            Yet must not we put the strong law on him:
            He's loved of the distracted multitude,
            Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes;
            And where tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd,
            But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even,
            This sudden sending him away must seem
            Deliberate pause: diseases desperate grown
            By desperate appliance are relieved,
            Or not at all.

            [Enter ROSENCRANTZ]

            How now! what hath befall'n?

    ROSENCRANTZ     Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,
            We cannot get from him.

    KING CLAUDIUS   But where is he?

    ROSENCRANTZ     Without, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure.

    KING CLAUDIUS   Bring him before us.

    ROSENCRANTZ     Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord.

            [Enter HAMLET and GUILDENSTERN]

    KING CLAUDIUS   Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?

    HAMLET  At supper.

    KING CLAUDIUS   At supper! where?

    HAMLET  Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain
            convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your
            worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all
            creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for
            maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but
            variable service, two dishes, but to one table:
            that's the end.

    KING CLAUDIUS   Alas, alas!

    HAMLET  A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a
            king, and cat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

    KING CLAUDIUS   What dost you mean by this?

    HAMLET  Nothing but to show you how a king may go a
            progress through the guts of a beggar.

    KING CLAUDIUS   Where is Polonius?

    HAMLET  In heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger
            find him not there, seek him i' the other place
            yourself. But indeed, if you find him not within
            this month, you shall nose him as you go up the
            stairs into the lobby.

    KING CLAUDIUS   Go seek him there.

            [To some Attendants]

    HAMLET  He will stay till ye come.

            [Exeunt Attendants]

    KING CLAUDIUS   Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,--
            Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
            For that which thou hast done,--must send thee hence
            With fiery quickness: therefore prepare thyself;
            The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
            The associates tend, and every thing is bent
            For England.

    HAMLET                    For England!

    KING CLAUDIUS   Ay, Hamlet.

    HAMLET  Good.

    KING CLAUDIUS   So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.

    HAMLET  I see a cherub that sees them. But, come; for
            England! Farewell, dear mother.

    KING CLAUDIUS   Thy loving father, Hamlet.

    HAMLET  My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man
            and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England!

            [Exit]

    KING CLAUDIUS   Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard;
            Delay it not; I'll have him hence to-night:
            Away! for every thing is seal'd and done
            That else leans on the affair: pray you, make haste.

            [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]

            And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught--
            As my great power thereof may give thee sense,
            Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
            After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
            Pays homage to us--thou mayst not coldly set
            Our sovereign process; which imports at full,
            By letters congruing to that effect,
            The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
            For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
            And thou must cure me: till I know 'tis done,
            Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun.

            [Exit]
     
     
     

            HAMLET
     

    ACT IV
     
     

    SCENE IV        A plain in Denmark.
     

            [Enter FORTINBRAS, a Captain, and Soldiers, marching]

    PRINCE FORTINBRAS       Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king;
            Tell him that, by his licence, Fortinbras
            Craves the conveyance of a promised march
            Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous.
            If that his majesty would aught with us,
            We shall express our duty in his eye;
            And let him know so.

    Captain I will do't, my lord.

    PRINCE FORTINBRAS       Go softly on.

            [Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Soldiers]

            [Enter HAMLET, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and others]

    HAMLET  Good sir, whose powers are these?

    Captain They are of Norway, sir.

    HAMLET  How purposed, sir, I pray you?

    Captain Against some part of Poland.

    HAMLET  Who commands them, sir?

    Captain The nephews to old Norway, Fortinbras.

    HAMLET  Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
            Or for some frontier?

    Captain Truly to speak, and with no addition,
            We go to gain a little patch of ground
            That hath in it no profit but the name.
            To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;
            Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
            A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.

    HAMLET  Why, then the Polack never will defend it.

    Captain Yes, it is already garrison'd.

    HAMLET  Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
            Will not debate the question of this straw:
            This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace,
            That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
            Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir.

    Captain God be wi' you, sir.

            [Exit]

    ROSENCRANTZ     Wilt please you go, my lord?

    HAMLET  I'll be with you straight go a little before.

            [Exeunt all except HAMLET]

            How all occasions do inform against me,
            And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
            If his chief good and market of his time
            Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
            Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
            Looking before and after, gave us not
            That capability and god-like reason
            To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be
            Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
            Of thinking too precisely on the event,
            A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
            And ever three parts coward, I do not know
            Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;'
            Sith I have cause and will and strength and means
            To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me:
            Witness this army of such mass and charge
            Led by a delicate and tender prince,
            Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd
            Makes mouths at the invisible event,
            Exposing what is mortal and unsure
            To all that fortune, death and danger dare,
            Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great
            Is not to stir without great argument,
            But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
            When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
            That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
            Excitements of my reason and my blood,
            And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
            The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
            That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
            Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
            Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
            Which is not tomb enough and continent
            To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
            My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

            [Exit]
     
     
     

            HAMLET
     

    ACT IV
     

    SCENE V Elsinore. A room in the castle.
     

            [Enter QUEEN GERTRUDE, HORATIO, and a Gentleman]

    QUEEN GERTRUDE  I will not speak with her.

    Gentleman       She is importunate, indeed distract:
            Her mood will needs be pitied.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE  What would she have?

    Gentleman       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 might be thought,
            Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.

    HORATIO 'Twere good she were spoken with; for she may strew
            Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE  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]

    OPHELIA Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?

    QUEEN GERTRUDE  How now, Ophelia!

    OPHELIA [Sings]

            How should I your true love know
            From another one?
            By his cockle hat and staff,
            And his sandal shoon.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE  Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?

    OPHELIA Say you? nay, pray you, mark.

            [Sings]

            He is dead and gone, lady,
            He is dead and gone;
            At his head a grass-green turf,
            At his heels a stone.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE  Nay, but, Ophelia,--

    OPHELIA Pray you, mark.

            [Sings]

            White his shroud as the mountain snow,--

            [Enter KING CLAUDIUS]

    QUEEN GERTRUDE  Alas, look here, my lord.

    OPHELIA [Sings]

            Larded with sweet flowers
            Which bewept to the grave did go
            With true-love showers.

    KING CLAUDIUS   How do you, pretty lady?

    OPHELIA Well, God 'ild you! 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 CLAUDIUS   Conceit upon her father.

    OPHELIA Pray you, let's have no words of this; but when they
            ask you what it means, say you this:

            [Sings]

            To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
            All in the morning betime,
            And I a maid at your window,
            To be your Valentine.
            Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes,
            And dupp'd the chamber-door;
            Let in the maid, that out a maid
            Never departed more.

    KING CLAUDIUS   Pretty Ophelia!

    OPHELIA Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't:

            [Sings]

            By Gis and by Saint Charity,
            Alack, and fie for shame!
            Young men will do't, if they come to't;
            By cock, they are to blame.
            Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
            You promised me to wed.
            So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,
            An thou hadst not come to my bed.
     

    KING CLAUDIUS   How long hath she been thus?

    OPHELIA 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.

            [Exit]

    KING CLAUDIUS   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. O Gertrude, Gertrude,
            When sorrows come, they come not single spies
            But in battalions. First, her father slain:
            Next, your son gone; and he most violent author
            Of his own just remove: the people muddied,
            Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers,
            For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly,
            In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia
            Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
            Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts:
            Last, and as much containing as all these,
            Her brother is in secret come from France;
            Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
            And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
            With pestilent speeches of his father's death;
            Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,
            Will nothing stick our person to arraign
            In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
            Like to a murdering-piece, in many places
            Gives me superfluous death.

            [A noise within]

    QUEEN GERTRUDE  Alack, what noise is this?

    KING CLAUDIUS   Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.

            [Enter another Gentleman]

            What is the matter?

    Gentleman       Save yourself, my lord:
            The ocean, overpeering of his list,
            Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
            Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
            O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord;
            And, as the world were now but to begin,
            Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
            The ratifiers and props of every word,
            They cry 'Choose we: Laertes shall be king:'
            Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds:
            'Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!'

    QUEEN GERTRUDE  How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
            O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!

    KING CLAUDIUS   The doors are broke.

            [Noise within]

            [Enter LAERTES, armed; Danes following]

    LAERTES Where is this king? Sirs, stand you all without.

    Danes   No, let's come in.

    LAERTES                   I pray you, give me leave.

    Danes   We will, we will.

            [They retire without the door]

    LAERTES I thank you: keep the door. O thou vile king,
            Give me my father!

    QUEEN GERTRUDE                    Calmly, good Laertes.

    LAERTES That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,
            Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot
            Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow
            Of my true mother.

    KING CLAUDIUS                     What is the cause, Laertes,
            That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
            Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person:
            There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
            That treason can but peep to what it would,
            Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes,
            Why thou art thus incensed. Let him go, Gertrude.
            Speak, man.

    LAERTES Where is my father?

    KING CLAUDIUS   Dead.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE  But not by him.

    KING CLAUDIUS   Let him demand his fill.

    LAERTES 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 thoroughly for my father.

    KING CLAUDIUS   Who shall stay you?

    LAERTES My will, not all the world:
            And for my means, I'll husband them so well,
            They shall go far with little.

    KING CLAUDIUS   Good Laertes,
            If you desire to know the certainty
            Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge,
            That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe,
            Winner and loser?

    LAERTES None but his enemies.

    KING CLAUDIUS   Will you know them then?

    LAERTES To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms;
            And like the kind life-rendering pelican,
            Repast them with my blood.

    KING CLAUDIUS   Why, now you speak
            Like a good child and a true gentleman.
            That I am guiltless of your father's death,
            And am most sensible in grief for it,
            It shall as level to your judgment pierce
            As day does to your eye.

    Danes   [Within]                Let her come in.

    LAERTES How now! what noise is that?

            [Re-enter OPHELIA]

            O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,
            Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
            By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,
            Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
            Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
            O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits
            Should be as moral as an old man's life?
            Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine,
            It sends some precious instance of itself
            After the thing it loves.

    OPHELIA [Sings]

            They bore him barefaced on the bier;
            Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny;
            And in his grave rain'd many a tear:--
            Fare you well, my dove!

    LAERTES Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
            It could not move thus.

    OPHELIA [Sings]

            You must sing a-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.

    LAERTES This nothing's more than matter.

    OPHELIA There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray,
            love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for thoughts.

    LAERTES A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.

    OPHELIA There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue
            for you; and here's some for me: we may call it
            herb-grace o' Sundays: O 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,--

            [Sings]

            For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

    LAERTES Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself,
            She turns to favour and to prettiness.

    OPHELIA [Sings]

            And will he not come again?
            And will he not come again?
            No, no, he is dead:
            Go to thy death-bed:
            He never will come again.

            His beard was as white as snow,
            All flaxen was his poll:
            He is gone, he is gone,
            And we cast away moan:
            God ha' mercy on his soul!

            And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God be wi' ye.

            [Exit]

    LAERTES Do you see this, O God?

    KING CLAUDIUS   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 can 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
            To give it due content.

    LAERTES Let this be so;
            His means of death, his obscure funeral--
            No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
            No noble rite nor formal ostentation--
            Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,
            That I must call't in question.

    KING CLAUDIUS   So you shall;
            And where the offence is let the great axe fall.
            I pray you, go with me.

            [Exeunt]
     
     
     

            HAMLET
     

    ACT IV
     
     

    SCENE VI        Another room in the castle.
     

            [Enter HORATIO and a Servant]

    HORATIO What are they that would speak with me?

    Servant Sailors, sir: they say they have letters for you.

    HORATIO Let them come in.

            [Exit Servant]

            I do not know from what part of the world
            I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.

            [Enter Sailors]

    First Sailor    God bless you, sir.

    HORATIO Let him bless thee too.

    First Sailor    He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter for
            you, sir; it comes from the ambassador that was
            bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am
            let to know it is.

    HORATIO [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
            chase. Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on
            a compelled 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 speed as thou wouldst fly death. I
            have 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 make you way for these your letters;
            And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
            To him from whom you brought them.

            [Exeunt]
     
     
     

            HAMLET
     

    ACT IV
     

    SCENE VII       Another room in the castle.
     

            [Enter KING CLAUDIUS and LAERTES]

    KING CLAUDIUS   Now must your conscience my acquaintance seal,
            And you must put me in your heart for friend,
            Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
            That he which hath your noble father slain
            Pursued my life.

    LAERTES                   It well appears: but tell me
            Why you proceeded not against these feats,
            So crimeful and so capital in nature,
            As by your safety, wisdom, all things else,
            You mainly were stirr'd up.

    KING CLAUDIUS   O, for two special reasons;
            Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd,
            But yet to me they are strong. The queen his mother
            Lives almost by his looks; and for myself--
            My virtue or my plague, be it either which--
            She's so conjunctive to my life and soul,
            That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
            I could not but by her. The other motive,
            Why to a public count I might not go,
            Is the great love the general gender bear him;
            Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
            Would, like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
            Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows,
            Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind,
            Would have reverted to my bow again,
            And not where I had aim'd them.

    LAERTES And so have I a noble father lost;
            A sister driven into desperate terms,
            Whose worth, if praises may go back again,
            Stood challenger on mount of all the age
            For her perfections: but my revenge will come.

    KING CLAUDIUS   Break not your sleeps for that: you must not think
            That we are made of stuff so flat and dull
            That we can let our beard be shook with danger
            And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more:
            I loved your father, and we love ourself;
            And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine--

            [Enter a Messenger]

            How now! what news?

    Messenger       Letters, my lord, from Hamlet:
            This to your majesty; this to the queen.

    KING CLAUDIUS   From Hamlet! who brought them?

    Messenger       Sailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not:
            They were given me by Claudio; he received them
            Of him that brought them.

    KING CLAUDIUS   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 occasion of my sudden
            and more strange return.                  'HAMLET.'
            What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
            Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?

    LAERTES Know you the hand?

    KING CLAUDIUS   'Tis Hamlets character. 'Naked!
            And in a postscript here, he says 'alone.'
            Can you advise me?

    LAERTES I'm 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 didest thou.'

    KING CLAUDIUS   If it be so, Laertes--
            As how should it be so? how otherwise?--
            Will you be ruled by me?

    LAERTES Ay, my lord;
            So you will not o'errule me to a peace.

    KING CLAUDIUS   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:
            And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,
            But even his mother shall uncharge the practise
            And call it accident.

    LAERTES My lord, I will be ruled;
            The rather, if you could devise it so
            That I might be the organ.

    KING CLAUDIUS   It falls right.
            You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
            And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality
            Wherein, they say, you shine: your sum of parts
            Did not together pluck such envy from him
            As did that one, and that, in my regard,
            Of the unworthiest siege.

    LAERTES What part is that, my lord?

    KING CLAUDIUS   A very riband in the cap of youth,
            Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes
            The light and careless livery that it wears
            Than settled age his sables and his weeds,
            Importing health and graveness. Two months since,
            Here was a gentleman of Normandy:--
            I've seen myself, and served against, the French,
            And they can well on horseback: but this gallant
            Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat;
            And to such wondrous doing brought his horse,
            As he had been incorpsed and demi-natured
            With the brave beast: so far he topp'd my thought,
            That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,
            Come short of what he did.

    LAERTES A Norman was't?

    KING CLAUDIUS   A Norman.

    LAERTES Upon my life, Lamond.

    KING CLAUDIUS   The very same.

    LAERTES I know him well: he is the brooch indeed

            And gem of all the nation.

    KING CLAUDIUS   He made confession of you,
            And gave you such a masterly report
            For art and exercise in your defence
            And for your rapier most especially,
            That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed,
            If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation,
            He swore, had had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
            If you opposed them. Sir, this report of his
            Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy
            That he could nothing do but wish and beg
            Your sudden coming o'er, to play with him.
            Now, out of this,--

    LAERTES What out of this, my lord?

    KING CLAUDIUS   Laertes, was your father dear to you?
            Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
            A face without a heart?

    LAERTES Why ask you this?

    KING CLAUDIUS   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 your father's son in deed
            More than in words?

    LAERTES To cut his throat i' the church.

    KING CLAUDIUS   No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize;
            Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes,
            Will you do this, keep close within your chamber.
            Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home:
            We'll put on those shall praise your excellence
            And set a double varnish on the fame
            The Frenchman gave you, bring you in fine together
            And wager on your heads: he, being remiss,
            Most generous and free from all contriving,
            Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease,

            Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
            A sword unbated, and in a pass of practise
            Requite him for your father.

    LAERTES I will do't:
            And, for that purpose, I'll anoint my sword.
            I bought an unction of a mountebank,
            So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
            Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,
            Collected from all simples that have virtue
            Under the moon, can save the thing from death
            That is but scratch'd withal: I'll touch my point
            With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly,
            It may be death.

    KING CLAUDIUS                     Let's further think of this;
            Weigh what convenience both of time and means
            May fit us to our shape: if this should fail,
            And that our drift look through our bad performance,
            'Twere better not assay'd: therefore this project
            Should have a back or second, that might hold,
            If this should blast in proof. Soft! let me see:
            We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings: I ha't.
            When in your motion you are hot and dry--
            As make your bouts more violent to that end--
            And that he calls for drink, I'll have prepared him
            A chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping,
            If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,
            Our purpose may hold there.

            [Enter QUEEN GERTRUDE]

                          How now, sweet queen!

    QUEEN GERTRUDE  One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
            So fast they follow; your sister's drown'd, Laertes.

    LAERTES Drown'd! O, where?

    QUEEN GERTRUDE  There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
            That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
            There with fantastic garlands did she come
            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,
            Or like a creature native and indued
            Unto that element: but long it could not be
            Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
            Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
            To muddy death.
     

    LAERTES                   Alas, then, she is drown'd?

    QUEEN GERTRUDE  Drown'd, drown'd.

    LAERTES Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
            And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet
            It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
            Let shame say what it will: when these are gone,
            The woman will be out. Adieu, my lord:
            I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,
            But that this folly douts it.

            [Exit]

    KING CLAUDIUS   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.

            [Exeunt]