In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
Like to a murdering piece, in many places,
Gives me fuperfluous death.

Queen, Alack! what noife is this?

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SCENE VI.

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.

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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;
And as the world were now but to begin,

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;
Laertes fhall be king, Laertes king!

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.
There's fuch divinity doth hedge a king,

That treafon can but peep to what it would,
t Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes,

• Hounds run counter when they trace unfmirch'd brow. J. chaßte and unfmirch'd

Why thou art thus incens'd.-Let him go, Gertrude.

Speak, man.

Laer. Where is my father?

King. Dead.

Queen. But not by him.

King. Let him demand his fill.

Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackeft devil!
Confcience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
I dare damnation; to this point I ftand,
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd
Moft throughly for my father.

King. Who fhall ftay you?

Laer. My will, not all the world's;

And for my means, I'll husband them fo well,

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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,
And, like the kind life-rend'ring' pelican,
Repaft them with my blood.

King. Why, now you speak

Like a good child, and a true gentleman.
That I am guiltless of your father's death,
And am moft fenfible in grief for it,
It fhall as level to your judgement pear,
As day does to your eye.

[A noife within, Let her come in.

Laer. How now, what noife is that?

SCENE VII.

Enter Ophelia 'fantastically dreft with fraws and flowers,
O heat, dry up my brains! Tears feven times falt,
m Burn out the fenfe and virtue of mine eye!
By heav'n, thy madness shall be paid " with weight,
Till our fcale P turn the beam. O rofe of May;
Dear maid, kind fifter, fweet Ophelia !

O heav'ns, is't poffible a young inaid's wits
Should be as mortal as an ↑ old man's life?

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.
9 The qu's poore for old.

Nature

Nature is fine in love; and, where 'tis ' fine,

It fends fome precious inflance of itself
After the thing it loves,

Oph. They bore him bare-fac'd on the bier',

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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.

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Laer. This nothing's more than matter.

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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,