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HAMLET PRINCE OF DENMARK Act 4 Scene 5 (Enter Queen Gertrude and Horatio) l1l Queen Gertrude I will not speak with her. Horatio She is importunate, l2l Indeed distraught. Her mood will needs be pitied. l3l Queen Gertrude What would she have? l4l Horatio She speaks much of her father, says she hears l5l ThereÆs tricks iÆ thÆ world, and hems, and beats her heart, l6l Spurns enviously at straws, speaks things in doubt l7l That carry but half sense. Her speech is nothing, l8l Yet the unshapΦd use of it doth move l9l The hearers to collection. They aim at it, l10l And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts, l11l Which, as her winks and nods and gestures yield them, l12l Indeed would make one think there might be thought, l13l Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. l14l Queen Gertrude ÆTwere good she were spoken with, for she may strew l15l Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. l16l Let her come in. (Horatio withdraws to admit Ophelia) l17l Queen Gertrude To my sick soul, as sinÆs true nature is, l18l Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss. l19l So full of artless jealousy is guilt, l20l It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. (Enter Ophelia mad, her hair down, with a lute) l21l Ophelia Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? l22l Queen Gertrude How now, Ophelia? l23l Ophelia (sings) How should I your true love know l24l From another one?ù l25l By his cockle hat and staff, l26l And his sandal shoon. l27l Queen Gertrude Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? l28l Ophelia Say you? Nay, pray you, mark. l29l (Sings) He is dead and gone, lady, l30l He is dead and gone. l31l At his head a grass-green turf, l32l At his heels a stone. l33l Queen Gertrude Nay, but Opheliaù l34l Ophelia Pray you, mark. 35l (Sings) White his shroud as the mountain snowù (Enter King Claudius) l36l Queen Gertrude Alas, look here, my lord. l37l Ophelia (sings) Larded with sweet flowers, l38l Which bewept to the grave didùnotùgo l39l With true-love showers. l40l King Claudius How do ye, pretty lady? l41l Ophelia Well, God Æield you. They say the owl was a l42l bakerÆs daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but l43l know not what we may be. God be at your table! l44l King Claudius (to Gertrude) Conceit upon her father. l45l Ophelia Pray you, letÆs have no words of this, but when l46l they ask you what it means, say you this. l47l (Sings) Tomorrow is Saint ValentineÆs day, l48l All in the morning betime, l49l And I a maid at your window l50l To be your Valentine. l51l Then up he rose, and donned his clothes, l52l And dupped the chamber door; l53l Let in the maid, that out a maid l54l Never departed more. l55l King Claudius Pretty Opheliaù l56l Ophelia Indeed, la? Without an oath, IÆll make an end l57l on Æt. l58l (Sings) By Gis, and by Saint Charity, l59l Alack, and fie for shame! l60l Young men will do Æt if they come to Æt, l61l By Cock, they are to blame. l62l Quoth she ôBefore you tumbled me, l63l You promised me to wed.ö l64l So would I ÆaÆ done, by yonder sun, l65l An thou hadst not come to my bed. l66l King Claudius (to Gertrude) How long hath she been thus? l67l Ophelia I hope all will be well. We must be patient. But l68l I cannot choose but weep to think they should lay him l69l iÆ thÆ cold ground. My brother shall know of it. And so l70l I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach! l71l Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, l72l good night. (Exit) King Claudius (to Horatio) l73l Follow her close. Give her good watch, I pray you. (Exit Horatio) l74l O, this is the poison of deep grief! It springs l75l All from her fatherÆs death. O Gertrude, Gertrude, l76l When sorrows come they come not single spies, l77l But in battalions. First, her father slain; l78l Next, your son gone, and he most violent author l79l Of his own just remove; the people muddied, l80l Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers l81l For good PoloniusÆ death; and we have done but greenly l82l In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia l83l Divided from herself and her fair judgement, l84l Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts; l85l Last, and as much containing as all these, l86l Her brother is in secret come from France, l87l Feeds on this wonder, keeps himself in clouds, l88l And wants not buzzers to infect his ear l89l With pestilent speeches of his fatherÆs death; l90l Wherein necessity, of matter beggared, l91l Will nothing stick our persons to arraign l92l In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this, l93l Like to a murdÆring-piece, in many places l94l Gives me superfluous death. (A noise within) Queen Gertrude Alack, what noise is this? l95l King Claudius Where is my Switzers? Let them guard the door. (Enter a Messenger) l96l What is the matter? Messenger Save yourself, my lord. l97l The ocean, overpeering of his list, l98l Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste l99l Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, l100l OÆerbears your officers. The rabble call him lord, l101l And, as the world were now but to begin, l102l Antiquity forgot, custom not known, l103l The ratifiers and props of every word, l104l They cry ôChoose we! Laertes shall be king.ö l105l Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds, l106l ôLaertes shall be king, Laertes king.ö l107l Queen Gertrude How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! (A noise within) l108l O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs! l109l King Claudius The doors are broke. (Enter Laertes with his followers at the door) l110l Laertes Where is the King?ùSirs, stand you all without. l111l All His Followers No, letÆs come in. l112l Laertes I pray you, give me leave. l113l All His Followers We will, we will. l114l Laertes I thank you. Keep the door. (Exeunt followers) O thou vile king, l115l Give me my father. Queen Gertrude Calmly, good Laertes. l116l Laertes That drop of blood thatÆs calm proclaims me bastard, l117l Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot l118l Even here between the chaste unsmirchΦd brow l119l Of my true mother. King Claudius What is the cause, Laertes, l120l That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?ù l121l Let him go, Gertrude. Do not fear our person. l122l ThereÆs such divinity doth hedge a king l123l That treason can but peep to what it would, l124l Acts little of his will.ùTell me, Laertes, l125l Why thou art thus incensed.ùLet him go, Gertrude.ù l126l Speak, man. Laertes Where is my father? King Claudius Dead. l127l Queen Gertrude (to Laertes) But not by him. King Claudius Let him demand his fill. l128l Laertes How came he dead? IÆll not be juggled with. l129l To hell, allegiance! Vows to the blackest devil! l130l Conscience and grace to the profoundest pit! l131l I dare damnation. To this point I stand, l132l That both the worlds I give to negligence, l133l Let come what comes. Only IÆll be revenged l134l Most throughly for my father. l135l King Claudius Who shall stay you? l136l Laertes My will, not all the world; l137l And for my means, IÆll husband them so well l138l They shall go far with little. King Claudius Good Laertes, l139l If you desire to know the certainty l140l Of your dear fatherÆs death, is Æt writ in your revenge l141l That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, l142l Winner and loser? l143l Laertes None but his enemies. l144l King Claudius Will you know them then? l145l Laertes To his good friends thus wide IÆll ope my arms, l146l And, like the kind life-rendÆring pelican, l147l Repast them with my blood. King Claudius Why, now you speak l148l Like a good child and a true gentleman. l149l That I am guiltless of your fatherÆs death, l150l And am most sensibly in grief for it, l151l It shall as level to your judgement pierce l152l As day does to your eye. (A noise within) l153l Voices (within) Let her come in. l154l Laertes How now, what noise is that? (Enter Ophelia as before) l155l O heat dry up my brains! Tears seven times salt l156l Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye! l157l By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight l158l Till our scale turns the beam. O rose of May, l159l Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia! l160l O heavens, is Æt possible a young maidÆs wits l161l Should be as mortal as an old manÆs life? l162l Nature is fine in love, and where Ætis fine l163l It sends some precious instance of itself l164l After the thing it loves. l165l Ophelia (sings) They bore him barefaced on the bier, l166l Hey non nony, nony, hey nony, l167l And on his grave rained many a tearù l168l Fare you well, my dove. l169l Laertes Hadst thou thy wits and didst persuade revenge, l170l It could not move thus. l171l Ophelia You must sing ôDown, a-downö, and you, ôCall l172l him a-down-aö. O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the l173l false steward that stole his masterÆs daughter. l174l Laertes This nothingÆs more than matter. l175l Ophelia ThereÆs rosemary, thatÆs for remembrance. Pray, l176l love, remember. And there is pansies; thatÆs for l177l thoughts. l178l Laertes A document in madnessùthoughts and remembrance fitted. l179l Ophelia ThereÆs fennel for you, and columbines. ThereÆs l180l rue for you, and hereÆs some for me. We may call it l181l herb-grace oÆ Sundays. O, you must wear your rue l182l with a difference. ThereÆs a daisy. I would give you l183l some violets, but they withered all when my father l184l died. They say a made a good end. l185l (Sings) For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy. l186l Laertes Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself l187l She turns to favour and to prettiness. l188l Ophelia (sings) And will a not come again, l189l And will a not come again? l190l No, no, he is dead, l191l Go to thy death-bed, l192l He never will come again. l193l His beard as white as snow, l194l All flaxen was his poll. l195l He is gone, he is gone, l196l And we cast away moan. l197l God ÆaÆ mercy on his soul. l198l And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God bÆ wiÆ ye. (Exeunt Ophelia and Gertrude) l199l Laertes Do you see this, O God? l200l King Claudius Laertes, I must commune with your grief, l201l Or you deny me right. Go but apart, l202l Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, l203l And they shall hear and judge Ætwixt you and me. l204l If by direct or by collateral hand l205l They find us touched, we will our kingdom give, l206l Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, l207l To you in satisfaction. But if not, l208l Be you content to lend your patience to us, l209l And we shall jointly labour with your soul l210l To give it due content. Laertes Let this be so. l211l His means of death, his obscure burialù l212l No trophy, sword, nor hatchment oÆer his bones, l213l No noble rite nor formal ostentationù l214l Cry to be heard, as Ætwere from heaven to earth, l215l That I must call Æt in question. King Claudius So you shall; l216l And where thÆ offence is, let the great axe fall. l217l I pray you go with me. (Exeunt)