1 Shards, flints, and pebbles should be thrown on her: Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants,2 Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home Laer. Must there no more be done? 1 Priest. No more be done! We should profane the service of the dead, Laer. Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring!—I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be When thou liest howling. Ham. Queen. Sweets to the sweet: farewell! What, the fair Ophelia? [scattering flowers. I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife; Laer. [leaps into the grave. 1 Broken pots or tiles. 3 A mass for the dead. 2 Garlands Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead, To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head Ham. [advancing.] What is he, whose grief Bears such an emphasis; whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand Like wonder-wounded hearers? this is I, Hamlet the Dane. [leaps into the grave. The devil take thy soul! [grappling with him. Laer. Ham. Thou pray'st not well. I pr'ythee, take thy fingers from my throat; Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand. Queen. All. Gentlemen, Ho. Hamlet, Hamlet! Good my lord, be quiet. [The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave. Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme Until my eyelids will no longer wag. Queen. O, my son, what theme? Ham. I loved Ophelia; forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.-What wilt thou do for her? King. O, he is mad, Laertes. Queen. For love of God, forbear him. Ham. Zounds, show me what thou 'lt do : Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? Woul't drink up Esil?1 eat a crocodile ? Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart! I'll rant as well as thou. Queen. Nay, an thou 'lt mouth, This is mere madness; And thus awhile the fit will work on him: Anon, as patient as the female dove, When that her golden couplets are disclosed, Ham. Hear you, sir; What is the reason that you use me thus? I loved you ever: but it is no matter; The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. [Exit. King. I pray you, good Horatio, wait upon [Exit Horatio. him. • Eisel is vinegar; but Steevens conjectures the Weisel is here meant, a river which falls into the Baltic ocean. • Hatched. Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech; [to Laertes. We'll put the matter to the present push.— [Exeunt. SCENE II. A hall in the castle. Enter HAMLET and HORATIO. Ham. So much for this, sir: now shall you see the other: You do remember all the circumstance? Ho. Remember it, my lord! Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, That would not let me sleep: methought, I lay There's a divinity that shapes our ends, 1 Mutineers. 2 The bilboes is a bar of iron with fetters annexed, by which disorderly sailors were anciently linked together. 3 Fail. Rough-hew them how we will. Ho. Ham. Up from my cabin, That is most certain. My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark Ho. Is 't possible? Ham. Here's the commission; read it at more leisure. But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed? Ho. I beseech you. Ham. Being thus benetted round with villanies, Or I could make a prologue to my brains, 2 They had begun the play;-I sat me down; |