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His beard was as white as snow,
And we cast away moan;
God'a mercy on his soul! And of all christian souls!" I pray God. God be wi' you!
[Exit Ophelia. Laer. Do you see this, O God?
King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief, Or you deny me right. Go but apart, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me: If by direct or by collateral hand They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give, Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, To you in satisfaction; but, if not, Be you content to lend your patience to us, And we shall jointly labour with your
soul To give it due content. Laer.
Let this be so;
[Exeunt. * God'a mercy on his soul!
And of all christian souls !] This is the common conclusion to many of the ancient monumental inscriptions.
s No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his bones,] It was the custom, in the times of our author, to hang a sword over the grave of a knight, and it is uniformly kept up to this day. Not only the sword, but the helmet, gauntlet, spurs, and tabard (i. e. a coat whereon the armorial ensigns were anciently depicted, from whence the term coat of armour,) are hung over the grave of every knight.
Another Room in the same.
Enter Horatio, and a Servant. Hor. What are they, that would speak with me? Serv.
Sailors, sir; They say, they have letters for you. Hor.
Let them come in.-
[Exit Servant. I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet.
Enter Sailors. 1 Sail. God bless you, sir. Hor. Let him bless chee too.
1 Sail. He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter for you, sir; it comes from the ambassador that was bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
Hor. [Reads.] Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the king; they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chace : Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour ; and in the grapple i boarded them : on the instant, they got clear of our ship ; so I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me, like thieves of mercy; but they knew what they did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king have the letters I have sent ; and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou would'st fly death. I have words to speak in thine ear, will make thee dumb ; yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter. These good fellows will bring thee where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England: of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell.
He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet.
Come, I will give you way for these your letters;
Another Room in the same.
Enter King and LAERTES.
have heard, and with a knowing ear,
It well appears:-But tell me,
O, for two special reasons; Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd, , Bat yet to me they are strong. The queen his mo
ther, Lives almost by his looks; and for myself,
for the bore of the matter.] The bore is the caliber of a gun, or the capacity of the barrel. The matter (says Hamlet) would carry heavier words.
(My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,)
Laer. And so have I a noble father lost;
not think, That we are made of stuff so flat and dull, That we can let our beard be shook with danger, And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more: I loved your father, and we love ourself; And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine,How now? what news?
Enter a Messenger. Mess.
Letters, my lord, from Hamlet: This to your majesty; this to the queen.
King. From Hamlet! who brought them?
Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw them not; They were given me by Claudio, he receiv'd them
the general gender-) The common race of the people. & Work like the spring, &c.] The allusion here is to the quality still ascribed to the dropping well at Knaresborough in Yorkshire,
-- if praises may go back again,] If I may praise what has been, but is now to be found no more.
Of him that brought them.
Laertes, you shall hear them:Leave us.
[Exit Messenger. [Reads.] High and mighty, you shall know, I am set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes : when I shall, first asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden and more strange return.
Hamlet. What should this mean! Are all the rest come back? Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
Laer. Know you the hand?
'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked, And, in a postscript here, he says, alone : Can you advise me?
Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come; It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, Thus diddest thou. King.
If it be so, Laertes, As how should it be so? how otherwise! Will
you be ruld by me Laer.
Ay, my lord; So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace. King. To thine own peace. If he be now re
My lord, I will be rul'd;
! As checking at his royage,] The phrase is from falconry.