_Lear._ The diuell take thy soule. _Ham._ O thou praiest not well, I prethee take thy hand from off my throate, For there is something in me dangerous, Which let thy wisedome feare, holde off thy hand: 150 I lou'de _Ofelia_ as deere as twenty brothers could: Shew me what thou wilt doe for her: Wilt fight, wilt fast, wilt pray, Wilt drinke vp vessels, eate a crocadile? Ile doot: Com'st thou here to whine? 155 And where thou talk'st of burying thee a liue, Here let vs stand: and let them throw on vs, Whole hills of earth, till with the heighth therof, Make Oosell as a Wart. _King._ Forbeare _Leartes_, now is hee mad, as is the sea, Anone as milde and gentle as a Doue: Therfore a while giue his wilde humour scope. _Ham._ What is the reason sir that you wrong mee thus? I neuer gaue you cause: but stand away, A Cat will meaw, a Dog will haue a day. 165 _Exit Hamlet and Horatio._ [Sidenote: [SC. XVII.]] _Queene._ Alas, it is his madnes makes him thus, And not his heart, _Leartes_. _King._ My lord, t'is so: but wee'le no longer trifle, This very day shall _Hamlet_ drinke his last, For presently we meane to send to him, 5 Therfore _Leartes_ be in readynes. _Lear._ My lord, till then my soule will not bee quiet. _King._ Come _Gertred_, wee'l haue _Leartes_, and our sonne, Made friends and Louers, as befittes them both, Euen as they tender vs, and loue their countrie. 10 _Queene_ God grant they may. _exeunt omnes._ [Sidenote: [SC. XVIII.]] _Enter Hamlet and Horatio_ _Ham._ Beleeue mee, it greeues mee much _Horatio_, That to _Leartes_ I forgot my selfe: For by my selfe me thinkes I feele his griefe, Though there's a difference in each others wrong. _Enter a Bragart Gentleman._ _Horatio_, but marke yon water-flie, 5 The Court knowes him, but hee knowes not the Court. _Gent._ Now God saue thee, sweete prince _Hamlet_. _Ham._ And you sir: foh, how the muske-cod smels! _Gen._ I come with an embassage from his maiesty to you _Ham._ I shall sir giue you attention: 10 By my troth me thinkes t'is very colde. _Gent._ It is indeede very rawish colde. _Ham._ T'is hot me thinkes. _Gent._ Very swoltery hote: The King, sweete Prince, hath layd a wager on your side, 15 Six Barbary horse, against six french rapiers, With all their acoutrements too, a the carriages: In good faith they are very curiously wrought. _Ham._ The cariages sir, I do not know what you meane. _Gent._ The girdles, and hangers sir, and such like. 20