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In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
Queen, Alack! what noife is this?
Enter a Meffenger.
[A noife within.
King. Attend. Where are my Switzers? Let them
guard the door.
What is the matter? ́
Meff. Save yourself, my lord.
The ocean, over-peering of his lift,
Eats not the flats with more impetuous hafte,
Then young Laertes, in a riotous head,
O'er-bears your officers. The rabble call him lord;
Antiquity forgot, cuftom not known,
The ratifiers and props of every word,
"They cry, Choose we - Laertes fhall be king!
This fpeech of the queen's is omit- T. and 7. H. tranfposes this line, and
Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds;
Queen. How chearfully on the falfe trail they cry!
Oh, this is counter, you false Danish dogs. [Noife within. Enter Laertes, with a party at the door.
King. The doors are broke.
Laer. Where is the king,? Sirs, ftand you all without. All. No, let's come in.
Laer. I pray you give me leave.
All. We will, we will.
Laer. I thank you. Keep the door.
O thou P vile king, give me my father.
Queen. Calmly, good Laertes.
Laer. That drop of blood that's calin, proclaims me bastard;
Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot
Even here, between the chafte, unfinirched brow
Of my true mother.
King. What is the caufe, Laertes?
That thy rebellion looks fo giant-like?
-Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our perfon.
That treafon can but peep to what it would,
• Hounds run counter when they trace unfmirch'd brow. J. chaßte and unfmirch'd
Why thou art thus incens'd.-Let him go, Gertrude.
Laer. Where is my father?
Queen. But not by him.
King. Let him demand his fill.
Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
King. Who fhall ftay you?
Laer. My will, not all the world's;
And for my means, I'll husband them fo well,
is't writ in your revenge,
That, sweep-stake, you will draw both friend and foe,
Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms,
King. Why, now you speak
Like a good child, and a true gentleman.
[A noife within, Let her come in.
Laer. How now, what noife is that?
Enter Ophelia 'fantastically dreft with fraws and flowers,
O heav'ns, is't poffible a young inaid's wits
e The 2d f. hope.
f The 1ft f. reads, politician.
The 2d, 3d and 4th fo's read, Why now? what noife is that? Like a good child, &c.
h First q. fencibly; H. and C. fenfibly. iSo the qu's and ; the ref, pierce, The qu's and P. make these words, Let her come in, a part of Lucrtes's fol
lowing speech; but how ill they agree, the reader will eafily perceive.
1 The following words of the direction put in by R.
m P.'s q. reads turn on the sense. n The fo's, R. and C. read by for with.
o The 1st q. Tell.
P The fo's and R. turns.
Nature is fine in love; and, where 'tis ' fine,
It fends fome precious inflance of itself
Oph. They bore him bare-fac'd on the bier',
And in his grave" rain'd many a tear;
Fare you well, my dove!
Laer. Hadft thou thy wits, and didft persuade revenge,
It could not move thus.
Opb. You muft fing, a down a down, and you call him a down a. O how the wheel becomes it! It is the falfe fteward that ftole his mafter's daughter.
Laer. This nothing's more than matter.
Oth. There's rofemary, that's for remembrance. Pray
you, love, remember. And there is panfies, 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 fome for me. We may call it herb of grace o' Sund ys. You may wear your rue with a difference; there's a daily; I would give you foine violets,