Hamlet ⟨Act IV Scene V⟩: Q1 v Q2 v F1

• First Quarto (1603)
  The Tragicall Historie of
  HAMLET
  Prince of Denmarke.

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  2779 ^^ Qu.  O see where the yong Ofelia is!

   

  2766 ====Enter Ofelia playing on a Lute, and her haire

  0…- ==========downe singing.

  2769 ^^Ofelia  How should I your true loue know

  2769' From another man?

  2770 By his cockle hatte, and his staffe,

  2770' And his sandall shoone.[H1^r

  2778 White his shrowde as mountaine snowe,

  2780 Larded with sweete flowers,

  2781 That bewept to the graue did not goe

  2782 With true louers showers:

  2773 He is dead and gone Lady, he is dead and gone,

  2774 At his head a grasse greene turffe,

  2774' At his heeles a stone.

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  2783 ^^king  How i'st with you sweete Ofelia?

  2784 ^^Ofelia  Well God yeeld you,

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  2806-7 It grieues me to see how they laid him in the cold ground,

  2806 I could not chuse but weepe:

  2941 And will he not come againe?

  2942 And will he not come againe?

  2943-7 No, no, hee's gone, and we cast away mone,

  2944 And he neuer will come againe.

  2945 His beard as white as snowe:

  2946 All flaxen was his pole,

  2943-7 He is dead, he is gone,

  2947 And we cast away moane:

  2948 God a mercy on his soule.

  2949 And of all christen soules I pray God.

  0…- God be with you Ladies, God be with you. ==exit Ofelia.

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  0…- ^^king  A pretty wretch! this is a change indeede:

  0…- O Time, how swiftly runnes our ioyes away?

  0…- Content on earth was neuer certaine bred,

  0…- To day we laugh and liue, to morrow dead.

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  2835 How now, what noyse is that?

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  2851 ===A noyse within. ===enter Leartes.

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  2857 ^^Lear.  Stay there vntill I come,

  2858 O thou vilde king, giue me my father:

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  2873 Speake, say, where's my father?

  2874 ^^king  Dead.

  2877 ^^Lear.  Who hath murdred him? speake, i'le not

  2877' Be juggled with, for he is murdred.

  2875 ^^Queene  True, but not by him.

  0…- ^^Lear.  By whome, by heau'n I'le be resolued.[H1^v

  2867 ^^king  Let him goe Gertred, away, I feare him not,

  2868 There's such diuinitie doth wall a king,

  2869 That treason dares not looke on.

  2871 Let him goe Gertred, that your father is murdred,

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  2901 T'is true, and we most sory for it,

  0…- Being the chiefest piller of our state:

  0…- Therefore will you like a most desperate gamster,

  2891 Swoop-stake-like, draw at friend, and foe, and all?

  2895 ^^Lear.  To his good friends thus wide I'le ope mine arms,

  0…- And locke them in my hart, but to his foes,

  0…- I will no reconcilement but by bloud.

  2898-9 ^^king  Why now you speake like a most louing sonne:

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  2900 And that in soule we sorrow for for his death,

  2902 Your selfe ere long shall be a witnesse,

  2960 Meane while be patient, and content your selfe.

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  2905 ===Enter Ofelia as before.

  2906-11^^Lear.  Who's this, Ofelia? O my deere sister!

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  2912 I'st possible a yong maides life,

  2913 Should be as mortall as an olde mans sawe?

  0…- O heau'ns themselues! how now Ofelia?

  0…- ^^Ofel.  Wel God a mercy, I a bin gathering of floures:

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  2933 Here, here is rew for you,

  2933-4 You may call it hearb a grace a Sundayes,

  2934 Heere's some for me too: you must weare your rew

  2935 With a difference, there's a dazie.

  2927 Here Loue, there's rosemary for you

  2927-8 For remembrance: I pray Loue remember,

  2928-9 And there's pansey for thoughts.

  2930-1 ^^Lear.  A document in madnes, thoughts, remembrance:

  2951 O God, O God!

  2932-5 ^^Ofelia  There is fennell for you, I would a giu'n you

  2936 Some violets, but they all withered, when

  2936-7 My father died: alas, they say the owle was

  2785 A Bakers daughter, we see what we are,

  2785-6 But can not tell what we shall be.

  2938 For bonny sweete Robin is all my ioy.[H2^r

  2939 ^^Lear.  Thoughts & afflictions, torments worse than hell.

  2788 ^^Ofel.  Nay Loue, I pray you make no words of this now:

  2923 I pray now, you shall sing a downe,

  2923-5 And you a downe a, t'is a the Kings daughter

  2925 And the false steward, and if any body

  2789 Aske you of any thing, say you this.

  2790 To morrow is saint Valentines day,

  2790' All in the morning betime,

  2791 And a maide at your window,

  2791' To be your Valentine:

  2792 The yong man rose, and dan'd his clothes,

  2792' And dupt the chamber doore,

  2793 Let in the maide, that out a maide

  2793' Neuer departed more.

  2772 Nay I pray marke now,

  2796 By gisse, and by saint Charitie,

  2797 Away, and fie for shame:

  2798 Yong men will doo't when they come too't

  2799 By cocke they are too blame.

  2800 Quoth she, before you tumbled me,

  2801 You promised me to wed.

  2802 So would I a done, by yonder Sunne,

  2803 If thou hadst not come to my bed.

  2809 So God be with you all, God bwy Ladies.

  2950 God bwy you Loue. =====exit Ofelia.

  3033 ^^Lear.  Griefe vpon griefe, my father murdered,

  3034 My sister thus distracted:

  0…- Cursed be his soule that wrought this wicked act.

  2960 ^^king  Content you good Leartes for a time,

  0…- Although I know your griefe is as a floud,

  0…- Brimme full of sorrow, but forbeare a while,

  0…- And thinke already the reuenge is done

  0…- On him that makes you such a haplesse sonne.

  2963 ^^Lear.  You haue preuail'd my Lord, a while I'le striue,

  0…- To bury griefe within a tombe of wrath,

  0…- Which once vnhearsed, then the world shall heare[H2^v

  0…- Leartes had a father he held deere.

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  0…- ^^king  No more of that, ere many dayes be done,

  0…- You shall heare that you do not dreame vpon. ===exeunt om.

  0…- =====Ƹnter Horatio and the Queene.

  0…- ^^Hor.  Madame, your sonne is safe arriv'de in Denmarke,

  2985 This letter I euen now receiv'd of him,

  0…- Whereas he writes how he escap't the danger,

  0…- And subtle treason that the king had plotted,

  0…- Being crossed by the contention of the windes,

  3515 He found the Packet sent to the king of England,

  3525 Wherein he saw himselfe betray'd to death,

  0…- As at his next conuersion with your grace,

  0…- He will relate the circumstance at full.

  0…- ^^Queene  Then I perceiue there's treason in his lookes

  0…- That seem'd to sugar o're his villanie:

  0…- But I will soothe and please him for a time,

  0…- For murderous mindes are alwayes jealous,

  0…- But know not you Horatio where he is?

  0…- ^^Hor.  Yes Madame, and he hath appoynted me

  0…- To meete him on the east side of the Cittie

  0…- To morrow morning.

  0…- ^^Queene  O faile not, good Horatio, and withall, com– ↓

  0…- A mothers care to him, bid him a while =======(mend me

  0…- Be wary of his presence, lest that he

  0…- Faile in that he goes about.

  0…- ^^Hor.  Madam, neuer make doubt of that:

  0…- I thinke by this the news be come to court:

  0…- He is arriv'de, obserue the king, and you shall

  0…- Quickely finde, Hamlet being here,

  0…- Things fell not to his minde.

  2998-9 ^^Queene  But what became of Gilderstone and Rossencraft?

  2999 ^^Hor.  He being set ashore, they went for England,

  3546 And in the Packet there writ down that doome

  3548 To be perform'd on them poynted for him:

  3551-2 And by great chance he had his fathers Seale,

  0…- So all was done without discouerie.[H3^r

  0…- ^^Queene  Thankes be to heauen for blessing of the prince,

  0…- Horatio once againe I take my leaue,

  0…- With thowsand mothers blessings to my sonne.

  0…- ^^Horat.  Madam adue.

• Second Quarto (1605)
  The Tragedie of
  H A M L E T
  Prince of Denmarke.

   

  2744 ===Enter Horatio, Gertrard, and a Gentleman.

  2745 ^^Quee.  I will not speake with her.

  2746 ^^Gent.  Shee is importunat,

  2746-7 Indeede distract, her moode will needes be pittied.

  2748 ^^Quee.  What would she haue?[K4^r

  2749 ^^Gent.  She speakes much of her father, sayes she heares

  2750 There's tricks i'th world, and hems, and beates her hart,

  2751 Spurnes enuiously at strawes, speakes things in doubt

  2752 That carry but halfe sence, her speech is nothing,

  2753 Yet the vnshaped vse of it doth moue

  2754 The hearers to collection, they yawne at it,

  2755 And botch the words vp fit to theyr owne thoughts,

  2756 Which as her wincks, and nods, and gestures yeeld them,

  2757 Indeede would make one thinke there might be thought

  2758 Though nothing sure, yet much vnhappily.

  2759-60^^Hora.  Twere good she were spoken with, for shee may strew

  2760-1 Dangerous coniectures in ill breeding mindes,

  2761 Let her come in.

  2766 ============= Enter Ophelia.

  2762 ^^Quee.  `To my sicke soule, as sinnes true nature is,

  2763 `Each toy seemes prologue to some great amisse,

  2764 `So full of artlesse iealousie is guilt,

  2765 `It spills it selfe, in fearing to be spylt.

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  2767 ^^Oph.  Where is the beautious Maiestie of Denmarke?

  2768 ^^Quee.  How now Ophelia? ==========shee sings.

  2769 ^^Oph.  How should I your true loue know from another one,

  2770 By his cockle hat and staffe, and his Sendall shoone.

  2771 ^^Quee.  Alas sweet Lady, what imports this song?

  2772 ^^Oph.  Say you, nay pray you marke,

  2773 He is dead & gone Lady, he is dead and gone, =======Song.

  2774 At his head a grasgreene turph, at his heeles a stone.

  2774+1 O ho.

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  2776 ^^Quee.  Nay but Ophelia.

  2777-8 ^^Oph.  Pray you marke. White his shrowd as the mountaine snow.

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  2775 ==============Enter King.

  2779 ^^Quee.  Alas looke heere my Lord.

  2780 ^^Oph.  Larded all with sweet flowers,

  2781 Which beweept to the ground did not go ==Song.

  2782 With true loue showers.

  2783 ^^King.  How doe you pretty Lady?

  2784-5 ^^Oph.  Well good dild you, they say the Owle was a Bakers daugh-

  2785-6 ter, Lord we know what we are, but know not what we may be.

  2786 God be at your table.

  2787 ^^King.  Conceit vpon her Father.[K4^v

  2788-9 ^^Oph.  Pray lets haue no words of this, but when they aske you

  2789 what it meanes, say you this.

  2790 To morrow is S. Valentines day, =======Song.

  2790' All in the morning betime,

  2791 And I a mayde at your window

  2791' To be your Valentine.

  2792 Then vp he rose, and dond his close, and dupt the chamber doore,

  2793 Let in the maide, that out a maide, neuer departed more.

  2794 ^^King.  Pretty Ophelia.

  2795 ^^Oph.  Indeede without an oath Ile make an end on't,

  2796 By gis and by Saint Charitie,

  2797 -%alack and fie for shame,

  2798 Young men will doo't if they come too't,

  2799 -%by Cock they are too blame.

  2800-1 Quoth she, Before you tumbled me, you promisd me to wed,

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  2802 (He answers.) So would I a done by yonder sunne

  2803 ==========And thou hadst not come to my bed.

  2804 ^^King.  How long hath she beene thus ?

  2805-6 ^^Oph.  I hope all will be well, we must be patient, but I cannot chuse

  2806-7 but weepe to thinke they would lay him i'th cold ground, my brother

  2807-8 shall know of it, and so I thanke you for your good counsaile. Come

  2808-9 my Coach, God night Ladies, god night.

  2809-10Sweet Ladyes god night, god night.

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  2811-2 ^^King.  Follow her close, giue her good watch I pray you.

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  2813-4 O this is the poyson of deepe griefe, it springs all from her Fathers

  2814 death, and now behold, ô Gertrard, Gertrard,

  2815 When sorrowes come, they come not single spyes,

  2816 But in battalians: first her Father slaine,

  2817 Next, your sonne gone, and he most violent Author

  2818 Of his owne iust remoue, the people muddied

  2819 Thick and vnwholsome in thoughts, and whispers

  2820 For good Polonius death: and we haue done but greenly

  2821 In hugger mugger to inter him: poore Ophelia

  2822 Deuided from herselfe, and her faire iudgement,

  2823 Without the which we are pictures, or meere beasts,

  2824 Last, and as much contayning as all these,

  2825 Her brother is in secret come from Fraunce,

  2826 Feeds on this wonder, keepes himselfe in clowdes,

  2827 And wants not buzzers to infect his eare[L1^r

  2828 With pestilent speeches of his fathers death,

  2829 Wherein necessity of matter beggerd,

  2830 Will nothing stick our person to arraigne

  2831 In eare and eare: ô my deare Gertrard, this

  2832 Like to a murdring peece in many places

  2833 Giues me superfluous death. ===A noise within.

  2834 ========Enter a Messenger.

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  2836-7 ^^King.  Attend, where is my Swissers, let them guard the doore,

  2837 What is the matter?

  2838 ^^Messen.  Saue your selfe my Lord.

  2839 The Ocean ouer-peering of his list

  2840 Eates not the flats with more impitious hast

  2841 Then young Laertes in a riotous head

  2842 Ore-beares your Officers: the rabble call him Lord,

  2843 And as the world were now but to beginne,

  2844 Antiquity forgot, custome not knowne,

  2845 The ratifiers and props of euery word,

  2846 The cry choose we, Laertes shall be King,

  2847 Caps, hands, and tongues applau'd it to the clouds,

  2848 Laertes shall be King, Laertes King.

  2849-51^^Quee.  How cheerefully on the false traile they cry. ==A noise within.

  2850 O this is counter you false Danish dogges.

  2851 =============Enter Laertes with others.

  2852 ^^King.  The doores are broke.

  2853 ^^Laer.  Where is this King? sirs stand you all without.

  2854 ^^All.  No lets come in.

  2855 ^^Laer.  I pray you giue me leaue.

  2856 ^^All.  VVe will, we will.

  2857-8 ^^Laer.  I thanke you, keepe the doore, ô thou vile King,

  2858 Giue me my father.

  2859 ^^Quee.  Calmely good Laertes.

  2860-1 ^^Laer.  That drop of blood thats calme proclames me Bastard,

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  2862 Cries cuckold to my father, brands the Harlot

  2863 Euen heere betweene the chast vnsmirched browe

  2864 Of my true mother.

  2865 ^^King.  What is the cause Laertes

  2866 That thy rebellion lookes so gyant like?

  2867 Let him goe Gertrard, doe not feare our person,[L1^v

  2868 There's such diuinitie doth hedge a King,

  2869 That treason can but peepe to what it would,

  2870 Act's little of his will, tell me Laertes

  2871 Why thou art thus incenst, let him goe Gertrard.

  2872 Speake man.

  2873 ^^Laer.  Where is my father?

  2874 ^^King.  Dead.

  2875 ^^Quee.  But not by him.

  2876 ^^King.  Let him demaund his fill.

  2877 ^^Laer.  How came he dead, I'le not be iugled with,

  2878 To hell allegiance, vowes to the blackest deuill,

  2879 Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit

  2880 I dare damnation, to this poynt I stand,

  2881 That both the worlds I giue to negligence,

  2882 Let come what comes, onely I'le be reueng'd

  2883 Most throughly for my father.

  2884 ^^King.  Who shall stay you?

  2885 ^^Laer.  My will, not all the worlds:

  2886 And for my meanes I'le husband them so well,

  2887 They shall goe farre with little.

  2888-9 ^^King.  Good Laertes, if you desire to know the certainty

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  2890 Of your deere Father, i'st writ in your reuenge,

  2891 That soopstake, you will draw both friend and foe

  2892 Winner and looser.

  2893 ^^Laer.  None but his enemies,

  2894 ^^King.  Will you know them then?

  2895 ^^Laer.  To his good friends thus wide I'le ope my armes,

  2896 And like the kind life-rendring Pelican,

  2897 Repast them with my blood.

  2898 ^^King.  Why now you speake

  2899 Like a good child, and a true Gentleman.

  2900 That I am guiltlesse of your fathers death,

  2901 And am most sencibly in griefe for it,

  2902 It shall as leuell to your iudgement peare

  2903-4 As day dooes to your eye. ===A noyse within.

  2905 =====================Enter Ophelia

  2904 ^^Laer.  Let her come in.

  2906 How now, what noyse is that?

  2907 O heate, dry vp my braines, teares seauen times salt[L2^r

  2908 Burne out the sence and vertue of mine eye,

  2909 By heauen thy madnes shall be payd with weight

  2910 Tell our scale turne the beame. O Rose of May,

  2911 Deere mayd, kind sister, sweet Ophelia,

  2912 O heauens, ist possible a young maids wits

  2913 Should be as mortall as a poore mans life.

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  2917 ^^Oph.  They bore him bare-faste on the Beere, ====Song.

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  2919 And in his graue rain'd many a teare,

  2920 Fare you well my Doue.

  2921-2 ^^Laer.  Hadst thou thy wits, and did'st perswade reuenge

  2922 It could not mooue thus.

  2923 ^^Oph.  You must sing a downe a downe,

  2923-4 And you call him a downe a. O how the wheele becomes it,

  2924-5 It is the false Steward that stole his Maisters daughter.

  2926 ^^Laer.  This nothing's more then matter.

  2927-8 ^^Oph.  There's Rosemary, thats for remembrance, pray you loue re-

  2928-9 member, and there is Pancies, thats for thoughts.

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  2930-1 ^^Laer.  A document in madnes, thoughts and remembrance fitted.

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  2932-3 ^^Ophe.  There's Fennill for you, and Colembines, there's Rewe for

  2933-4 you, & heere's some for me, we may call it herbe of Grace a Sondaies,

  2934-5  you may weare your Rewe with a difference, there's a Dasie, I would

  2935-7 giue you some Violets, but they witherd all when my Father dyed,

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  2937 they say a made a good end.

  2938 For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy.

  2939 ^^Laer.  Thought and afflictions, passion, hell it selfe

  2940 She turnes to fauour and to prettines.

  2941 ^^Oph.  And wil a not come againe, ===Song.

  2942 And wil a not come againe,

  2943 No, no, he is dead, goe to thy death bed,

  2944 He neuer will come againe.

  2945 His beard was as white as snow,

  2946  Flaxen was his pole,

  2947 He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away mone,

  2948-9 God a mercy on his soule, and of all Christians soules,

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  2950 God buy you.

  2951 ^^Laer.  Doe you this ô God.

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  2952 ^^King.  Laertes, I must commune with your griefe,

  2953 Or you deny me right, goe but apart,

  2954 Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,[L2^v

  2955 And they shall heare and iudge twixt you and me,

  2956 If by direct, or by colaturall hand

  2957 They find vs toucht, we will our kingdome giue,

  2958 Our crowne, our life, and all that we call ours

  2959 To you in satisfaction; but if not,

  2960 Be you content to lend your patience to vs,

  2961 And we shall ioyntly labour with your soule

  2962 To giue it due content.

  2963 ^^Laer.  Let this be so.

  2964 His meanes of death, his obscure funerall,

  2965 No trophe sword, nor hatchment ore his bones,

  2966 No noble right, nor formall ostentation,

  2967 Cry to be heard as twere from heauen to earth,

  2968 That I must call't in question.

  2969 ^^King.  So you shall,

  2970 And where th'offence is, let the great axe fall.

  2971 I pray you goe with me. ===Exeunt.

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• First Folio (1623)
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  THE TRAGEDIE OF
  H A M L E T, Prince of Denmarke.

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  2744 =====Enter Queene and Horatio.

  2745 ^^Qu.  I will not speake with her.

  2746 ^^Hor.  She is importunate, indeed distract, her moode

  2747 will needs be pittied.

  2748 ^^Qu.  What would she haue?

  2749 ^^Hor.  She speakes much of her Father; saies she heares

  2750 There's trickes i'th'world, and hems, and beats her heart,

  2751 Spurnes enuiously at Strawes, speakes things in doubt,

  2752 That carry but halfe sense: Her speech is nothing,

  2753 Yet the vnshaped vse of it doth moue

  2754 The hearers to Collection; they ayme at it,

  2755 And botch the words vp fit to their owne thoughts,

  2756 Which as her winkes, and nods, and gestures yeeld them,

  2757 Indeed would make one thinke there would be thought,

  2758 Though nothing sure, yet much vnhappily.

  2759 ^^Qu.  'Twere good she were spoken with,

  2760 For she may strew dangerous coniectures

  2761 In ill breeding minds. Let her come in.

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  2762 To my sicke soule (as sinnes true Nature is)

  2763 Each toy seemes Prologue, to some great amisse,

  2764 So full of Artlesse iealousie is guilt,

  2765 It spill's it selfe, in fearing to be spilt.

  2766 =============Enter Ophelia distracted.

  2767 ^^Ophe,  Where is the beauteous Maiesty of Denmark.

  2768 ^^Qu.  How now Ophelia?

  2769 ^^Ophe.  How should I your true loue know from another one?

  2770 By his Cockle hat and staffe, and his Sandal shoone.

  2771 ^^Qu.  Alas sweet Lady: what imports this Song?

  2772 ^^Ophe.  Say you? Nay pray you marke.

  2773 He is dead and gone Lady, he is dead and gone,

  2774 At his head a grasse-greene Turfe, at his heeles a stone.

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  2775 =============Enter King.

  2776 ^^Qu.  Nay but Ophelia.

  2777 ^^Ophe.  Pray you marke.

  2778 White his Shrow'd as the Mountaine Snow.

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  2779 ^^Qu.  Alas, looke heere my Lord.

  2780 ^^Ophe.  Larded with sweet flowers:

  2781 Which bewept to the graue did not go,

  2782 With true-loue showres.

  2783 ^^King.  How do ye, pretty Lady?

  2784 ^^Ophe.  Well, God dil'd you. They say the Owle was

  2785 a Bakers daughter. Lord, wee know what we are, but

  2786 know not what we may be. God be at your Table.

  2787 ^^King.  Conceit vpon her Father.

  2788 ^^Ophe.  Pray you let's haue no words of this: but when

  2789 they aske you what it meanes, say you this:

  2790 To morrow is S. Valentines day, all in the morning betime,

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  2791 And I a Maid at your Window, to be your Valentine.

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  2792 Then vp he rose, & don'd his clothes, & dupt the chamber dore,

  2793 Let in the Maid, that out a Maid, neuer departed more.

  2794 ^^King.  Pretty Ophelia.

  2795 ^^Ophe.  Indeed la? without an oath Ile make an end ont.

  2796 =====By gis, and by S. Charity,

  2797 =====Alacke, and fie for shame:

  2798 =====Yong men wil doo't, if they come too't,

  2799 =====By Cocke they are too blame.

  2800 =====Quoth she before you tumbled me,

  2801 =====You promis'd me to Wed:

  2802 =====So would I ha done by yonder Sunne,

  2803 =====And thou hadst not come to my bed.

  2804 ^^King.  How long hath she bin this?

  2805 ^^Ophe.  I hope all will be well. We must bee patient,

  2806 but I cannot choose but weepe, to thinke they should

  2807 lay him i'th'cold ground: My brother shall knowe of it,

  2808 and so I thanke you for your good counsell. Come, my

  2809 Coach: Goodnight Ladies: Goodnight sweet Ladies:

  2810 Goodnight, goodnight. =================Exit.

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  2811 ^^King.  Follow her close,

  2812 Giue her good watch I pray you:

  2813 Oh this is the poyson of deepe greefe, it springs

  2814 All from her Fathers death. Oh Gertrude, Gertrude,

  2815 When sorrowes comes, they come not single spies,

  2816 But in Battaliaes. First, her Father slaine,

  2817 Next your Sonne gone, and he most violent Author

  2818 Of his owne iust remoue: the people muddied,

  2819 Thicke and vnwholsome in their thoughts, and whispers

  2820 For good Polonius death; and we haue done but greenly

  2821 In hugger mugger to interre him. Poore Ophelia

  2822 Diuided from her selfe, and her faire Iudgement,

  2823 Without the which we are Pictures, or meere Beasts.[pp3^v

  2824 Last, and as much containing as all these,

  2825 Her Brother is in secret come from France,

  2826 Keepes on his wonder, keepes himselfe in clouds,

  2827 And wants not Buzzers to infect his eare

  2828 With pestilent Speeches of his Fathers death,

  2829 Where in necessitie of matter Beggard,

  2830 Will nothing sticke our persons to Arraigne

  2831 In eare and eare. O my deere Gertrude, this,

  2832 Like to a murdering Peece in many places,

  2833 Giues me superfluous death. =====A Noise within.

  2834 =============Enter a Messenger.

  2835 ^^Qu.  Alacke, what noyse is this?

  2836 ^^King.  Where are my Switzers?

  2837 Let them guard the doore. What is the matter?

  2838 ^^Mes.  Saue your selfe, my Lord.

  2839 The Ocean (ouer-peering of his List)

  2840 Eates not the Flats with more impittious haste

  2841 Then young Laertes, in a Riotous head,

  2842 Ore-beares your Officers, the rabble call him Lord,

  2843 And as the world were now but to begin,

  2844 Antiquity forgot, Custome not knowne,

  2845 The Ratifiers and props of euery word,

  2846 They cry choose we? Laertes shall be King,

  2847 Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds,

  2848 Laertes shall be King, Laertes King.

  2849 ^^Qu.  How cheerefully on the false Traile they cry,

  2850 Oh this is Counter you false Danish Dogges.

  2851 =====Noise within. =====Enter Laertes.

  2852 ^^King.  The doores are broke.

  2853 ^^Laer.  Where is the King, sirs? Stand you all without.

  2854 ^^All.  No, let's come in.

  2855 ^^Laer.  I pray you giue me leaue.

  2856 ^^Al.  We will, we will.

  2857 ^^Laer.  I thanke you: Keepe the doore.

  2858 Oh thou vilde King, giue me my Father.

  2859 ^^Qu.  Calmely good Laertes.

  2860 ^^Laer.  That drop of blood, that calmes

  2861 Proclaimes me Bastard:

  2862 Cries Cuckold to my Father, brands the Harlot

  2863 Euen heere betweene the chaste vnsmirched brow

  2864 Of my true Mother.

  2865 ^^King.  What is the cause Laertes,

  2866 That thy Rebellion lookes so Gyant-like?

  2867 Let him go Gertrude: Do not feare our person:

  2868 There's such Diuinity doth hedge a King,

  2869 That Treason can but peepe to what it would,

  2870 Acts little of his will. Tell me Laertes,

  2871 Why thou art thus Incenst? Let him go Gertrude.

  2872 Speake man.

  2873 ^^Laer.  Where's my Father?

  2874 ^^King.  Dead.

  2875 ^^Qu.  But not by him.

  2876 ^^King.  Let him demand his fill.

  2877 ^^Laer.  How came he dead? Ile not be Iuggel'd with.

  2878 To hell Allegeance: Vowes, to the blackest diuell.

  2879 Conscience and Grace, to the profoundest Pit.

  2880 I dare Damnation: to this point I stand,

  2881 That both the worlds I giue to negligence,

  2882 Let come what comes: onely Ile be reueng'd

  2883 Most throughly for my Father.

  2884 ^^King.  Who shall stay you?

  2885 ^^Laer.  My Will, not all the world,

  2886 And for my meanes, Ile husband them so well,

  2887 They shall go farre with little.

  2888 ^^King.  Good Laertes:

  2889 If you desire to know the certaintie

  2890 Of your deere Fathers death, if writ in your reuenge,

  2891 That Soop-stake you will draw both Friend and Foe,

  2892 Winner and Looser.

  2893 ^^Laer.  None but his Enemies.

  2894 ^^King.  Will you know them then.

  2895 ^^La.  To his good Friends, thus wide Ile ope my Armes:

  2896 And like the kinde Life-rend'ring Politician,

  2897 Repast them with my blood.

  2898 ^^King.  Why now you speake

  2899 Like a good Childe, and a true Gentleman.

  2900 That I am guiltlesse of your Fathers death,

  2901 And am most sensible in greefe for it,

  2902 It shall as leuell to your Iudgement pierce

  2903 As day do's to your eye.

  2904 ==========A noise within.  Let her come in.

  2905 =========Enter Ophelia.

  2906 ^^Laer.  How now? what noise is that?

  2907 Oh heate drie vp my Braines, teares seuen times salt,

  2908 Burne out the Sence and Vertue of mine eye.

  2909 By Heauen, thy madnesse shall be payed by waight,

  2910 Till our Scale turnes the beame. Oh Rose of May,

  2911 Deere Maid, kinde Sister, sweet Ophelia:

  2912 Oh Heauens, is't possible, a yong Maids wits,

  2913 Should be as mortall as an old mans life?

  2914 Nature is fine in Loue, and where 'tis fine,

  2915 It sends some precious instance of it selfe

  2916 After the thing it loues.

  2917 =====^^Ophe.  They bore him bare fac'd on the Beer,

  2918 =====Hey non nony, nony, hey nony:

  2919 =====And on his graue raines many a teare,

  2920 =====Fare you well my Doue.

  2921 ^^Laer.  Had'st thou thy wits, and did'st perswade Re-

  2922 uenge, it could not moue thus.

  2923 ^^Ophe.  You must sing downe a-downe, and you call

  2924 him a-downe-a. Oh, how the wheele becomes it? It is

  2925 the false Steward that stole his masters daughter.

  2926 ^^Laer.  This nothings more then matter.

  2927 ^^Ophe.  There's Rosemary, that's for Remembraunce.

  2928 Pray loue remember: and there is Paconcies, that's for

  2929 Thoughts.

  2930 ^^Laer.  A document in madnesse, thoughts & remem-

  2931 brance fitted.

  2932 ^^Ophe.  There's Fennell for you, and Columbines: ther's

  2933 Rew for you, and heere's some for me. Wee may call it

  2934 Herbe-Grace a Sundaies: Oh you must weare your Rew

  2935 with a difference. There's a Daysie, I would giue you

  2936 some Violets, but they wither'd all when my Father dy-

  2937 ed: They say, he made a good end;

  2938 =====For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy.

  2939 ^^Laer.  Thought, and Affliction, Passion, Hell it selfe:

  2940 She turnes to Fauour, and to prettinesse.

  2941 =====^^Ophe.  And will he not come againe,

  2942 =====And will he not come againe:

  2943 =====No, no, he is dead, go to thy Death-bed,

  2944 =====He neuer wil come againe

  2945 =====His Beard as white as Snow,

  2946 =====All Flaxen was his Pole:

  2947 =====He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away mone,

  2948 =====Gramercy on his Soule.

  2949 And of all Christian Soules, I pray God.

  2950 God buy ye. =====Exeunt Ophelia

  2951 ^^Laer.  Do you see this, you Gods?

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  2952 ^^King.  Laertes, I must common with your greefe,

  2953 Or you deny me right: go but apart,

  2954 Make choice of whom your wisest Friends you will,[pp4^r

  2955 And they shall heare and iudge'twixt you and me;

  2956 If by direct or by Colaterall hand

  2957 They finde vs touch'd, we will our Kingdome giue,

  2958 Our Crowne, our Life, and all that we call Ours

  2959 To you in satisfaction. But if not,

  2960 Be you content to lend your patience to vs,

  2961 And we shall ioyntly labour with your soule

  2962 To giue it due content.

  2963 ^^Laer.  Let this be so:

  2964 His meanes of death, his obscure buriall;

  2965 No Trophee, Sword, nor Hatchment o're his bones,

  2966 No Noble rite, nor formall ostentation,

  2967 Cry to be heard, as 'twere from Heauen to Earth,

  2968 That I must call in question.

  2969 ^^King.  So you shall:

  2970 And where th'offence is, let the great Axe fall.

  2971 I pray you go with me. =========Exeunt

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