Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie Yea and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-ground* thy corse. # * # Bel Great griefs, I see, medicine the less: for Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys: And, though he came our enemy, remember, He was paid for that: Though mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust; yet reverence, (That angel of the world,) doth make distinction Gui. Pray you, fetch him hither, Thersites' body is as good as Ajax, When neither are alive. FUNERAL DIRGE. Gui. Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: As chimney-sweepers come to dust. Care no more to clothe and eat; 'To thee the reed is as the oak: Probably a corrupt reading for wither round thy ccrse. + Judgment. § Seal the same contract. Gui. No exorciser harm thee! IMOGEN AWAKING. Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; Which is the way? I thank you--By yon bush?--Pray, how far thither! I have gone all night:-'Faith, I'll lie down and sleep, And cook to honest creatures: But 'tis not so; As a wren's eye, fear d gods, a part of it! ACT V. A ROUTED ARMY. No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost, But that the heavens fought: The king himself Of his wings destitute, the army broken, And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying Through a straight lane; the enemy full-hearted, Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down Some inortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling *This diminutive adjuration is derived from God's my pity. † An arrow. Merely through fear; that the straight pass was damın'd With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living To die with lengthcn'd shame. DEATH. I, in mine own wo charm'd, Could not find death, where I did hear him groan; Nor feel him where he struck: Being an ugly mon ster, 'Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we That draw his knives i' the war. HAMLET. ACT I. PRODIGIES. IN the most high and palmyt state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, GHOSTS VANISH AT THE CROWING OF A COCK. Ber. It was about to speak when the cock crew Hər. And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill sounding throat Awake the god of day; and, at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring§ spirit hies To his confine: and of the truth herein This present object made probation.|| * Blocked up. § Wandering. † Victorious. + The moon. THE REVERENCE PAID TO CHRISTMAS' TIME. Some say, MORNING. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill. REAL GRIEF. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. eye, IMMODERATE GRIEF DISCOMMENDED. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, To give these mourning duties to your father; To do obsequious sorrow: But to persevere Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven, HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS MOTHER'S MARRIAGE. His canont 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God' Hyperions to a satyr: so loving to my mother, By what it fed on: And yet, within a month,- man! A little month; or ere those shoes were old, O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn'd longer-married with my uncle, My father's brother; but no more like my father, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears It is not, nor it cannot come to, good. * D ssolve. † Law. + Entirely, |