Did not together pluck such envy from him,
As did that one; and that, in my regard,

Of the unworthiest siege.6

Laer.

What part is that, my lord?

King. A very ribband 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 have seen myself, and serv'd against, the French, And they can well on horseback: but this gallant Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat; And to such wond'rous doing brought his horse, As he had been incorps'd and demi-natur'd 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.

Laer. I know him well: he is the brooch, indeed,

That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed,
If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation,

He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
If you oppos'd 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 you.

Now, out of this,

Laer.

What out of this, my lord?

King. Laertes, was your father dear to you?

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,

A face without a heart?

Laer.

Why ask you 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.

Daily experience.

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 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, toge

ther,

And wager o'er 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 practice,3
Requite him for your father.

Laer.

I will do't:

And, for the 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.

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.4 Soft; - let me see:-
We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings,5-
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 preferr'd him
A chalice for the nonce; whereon but sipping,
If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,8

Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what noise?

Enter Queen,

How now, sweet queen ?

Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow :-Your sister's drown'd, Laertes.
Laer. Drown'd! O, 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.

9 Orchis morio mas.

VOL. X,

7 A cup for the purpose. 8 Thrust.
Licentious. 2 Insensible.

Or like a creature native and indu'd

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.

Laer.

Alas then, she is drown'd?

Queen. Drown'd, drown'd..

Laer. 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.3-Adieu, my lord !
I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,

But that this folly drowns it.

King.

[Exit.

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.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-A Church Yard.

Enter Two Clowns, with Spades, &c.

[Exeunt.

1 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?