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Danish March. A Flourish. Enter King, Queen, Polo,
NIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and others.
King. How fares our cousin Hamlet ?
Ham. Excellent, i faith ; of the camelion's dish; I eat the air, promise-cramm'd: You cannot feed capons so.
299 King. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine.
Ham. No, nor mine now.-My lord, you play'd once i' the university, you say? [To POLONIUS.
Pol. That did I, my lord : and was accounted a good actor.
Ham. And what did you enact ?
Pol. I did enact Julius Cæsar: I was kill'd i' the capitol ; Brutus kill'd me.
Ham. It was a brute part of him, to kill so capital a calf there.-Be the players ready ?
310 Ros. Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience. Queen. Come hither, iny dear Hamlet, sit by me. Ham. No, good mother, here's metal more attrace
tive. Pol. O ho! do you mark that? [To the King. Ham, Lady, shall I lie in your lap ?
[Lying down at Ophelia's fect. Oph. No, my lord. : Ham. I mean, my head upon your lap ? Oph. Ay, my lord,
.320 Ham. Do you think, I meant country matters ?
Oph. I think nothing, my lord.
Ham. O! your only jig-maker. What should a man do, but be merry ? for, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.
334 Oph. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.
Ham. So long? Nay, then let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables, e heavens ! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope, a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year: But, by'r-lady, he must build churches then: or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse; whose epitaph, is For, 0, for, 0, tke hobby-horse is forgot.
339 Trumpets sound. The dumb shew follows. Enter a king and queen, very lovingly; the queen çm
bracing him, and he her. She kneels, and makes shew of protestation unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck: lays him down upon a bank of flowers; she, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon, comes in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, and pours poison in the King's ears, and exit,
The queen returns ; finds the king dead, and makes passionate action. The poisoner, with some two or three mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The poisoner wooes the queen with gifts; she seems loath and unwilling a while, but in the end, accepts his love.
[Exeunt, Oph. What means this, my lord ?
Ham. Marry, this is miching malicho; it means mischief.
Oph. Belike, this show imports the argument of the play.
Ham. We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all.
Oph. Will he tell us what this shew meant?
asham'd to shew, he'll not shame to tell you what it means.
350 Oph. You are naught, you are naught; I'll mark, the play.
Pro. For us, and for our tragedy,
Here stooping to your clemency,
Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
Enter a King, and a Queen. P. King. Full thirty times hath Phæbus! cart gone
round Neptune's salt wash, and Tellus' orbed ground; 360 And thirty dozen moons; with borrowed sheen About the world have times twelve thirties been; Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands, Unite commutual in most sacred bands.
P. Queen. So many journies may the sun and moon Make us again count o'er, ére love be done! But, woe is me, you are so sick of late, So far from cheer, and from
former state, That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust, Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must : 370 For women fear too much, even as they love. And women's fear and love hold quantity; In neither ought, or in extremity. Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know; And as my love is siz?d, my fear is so. Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love P. King. Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly
P. Queen. O, confound the rest!
In second husband let me be accurst!
390 When second husband kisses me in bed. P. King. I do believe, you think what now you
speak: Bat, what we do determine, oft we break, Purpose is but the slave to memory; ' Of violent birth, but poor validity • Which riow, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree; But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be. Most necessary 'tis, that we forget To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt: What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion 'ending, doth the purpose lose. The violence of either grief or joy', Their own enactures with themselves destroy : Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament'; "Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident. This world is not for aye ; nor 'tis not strange, That even our loves should with our fortunes change'; For 'tis à question left'us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. The great man down, you mark, his fivourite fies; The poor advanc'd, makes friends of enemies.