The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Queen._ O my son, what theme?
_Ham._ I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,[2117]
Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
_King._ O, he is mad, Laertes. 260
_Queen._ For love of God, forbear him.
_Ham._ 'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do:[2118]
Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?[2119][2120]
Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?[2119][2121]
I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine?[2122] 265
To outface me with leaping in her grave?[2123]
Be buried quick with her, and so will I:
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
Singeing his pate against the burning zone,[2124] 270
Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,[2125]
I'll rant as well as thou.
_Queen._ This is mere madness:[2126][2127]
And thus awhile the fit will work on him;[2128]
Anon, as patient as the female dove[2127][2129]
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,[2130] 275
His silence will sit drooping.
_Ham._ Hear you, sir;
What is the reason that you use me thus?
I loved you ever: but it is no matter;[2131]
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. [_Exit._[2132] 280
King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.
[_Exit Horatio._[2133]
[_To Laertes_] Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech;[2134]
We'll put the matter to the present push.
Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.
This grave shall have a living monument: 285
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;[2135]
Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [_Exeunt._[2136]
SCENE II. _A hall in the castle._[2137]
_Enter_ HAMLET _and_ HORATIO.
_Ham._ So much for this, sir: now shall you see the other;[2138]
You do remember all the circumstance?[2139]
_Hor._ Remember it, my lord!
_Ham._ Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting,
That would not let me sleep: methought I lay[2140] 5
Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly,[2141][2142]
And praised be rashness for it, let us know,[2142][2143][2144][2145]
Our indiscretion sometime serves us well[2144][2145][2146]
When our deep plots do pall; and that should learn us[2144][2147]
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,[2144] 10
Rough-hew them how we will.[2144]
_Hor._ That is most certain.
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