_First Priest._ Her obsequies have been as far enlarged[2088][2089] As we have warranty: her death was doubtful;[2090] 215 And, but that great command o'ersways the order, She should in ground unsanctified have lodged[2091] Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers,[2092] Shards, flints and pebbles should be thrown on her:[2093] Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants,[2094] 220 Her maiden strewments and the bringing home[2095] Of bell and burial. _Laer._ Must there no more be done?[2096] _First Priest._ No more be done:[2088] We should profane the service of the dead To sing a requiem and such rest to her[2097] 225 As to peace-parted souls. _Laer._ Lay her i' the earth:[2098] 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._ What, the fair Ophelia! 230 _Queen._ [_Scattering flowers_] Sweets to the sweet: farewell![2099] I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife;[2100] I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, And not have strew'd thy grave. _Laer._ O, treble woe[2101] Fall ten times treble on that cursed head[2102] 235 Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense[2103] Deprived thee of! Hold off the earth awhile, Till I have caught her once more in mine arms: [_Leaps into the grave._[2104] Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead, Till of this flat a mountain you have made 240 To o'ertop old Pelion or the skyish head[2105] Of blue Olympus.[2106][2107] _Ham._ [_Advancing_] What is he whose grief[2107] Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow[2108] Conjures the wandering stars and makes them stand Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,[2109] 245 Hamlet the Dane. [_Leaps into the grave._ _Laer._ The devil take thy soul! [_Grappling with him._[2110] _Ham._ Thou pray'st not well.[2111] I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat;[2111] For, though I am not splenitive and rash,[2112] Yet have I in me something dangerous,[2113] 250 Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand.[2114] _King._ Pluck them asunder. _Queen._ Hamlet, Hamlet! _All._ Gentlemen,-- _Hor._ Good my lord, be quiet. [_The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave._[2115] _Ham._ Why, I will fight with him upon this theme[2116] Until my eyelids will no longer wag. 255