HAMLET. William Shakespeare

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       O’erbears your offices. The rabble call him lord;

       And, as the world were now but to begin,

       Antiquity forgot, custom not known,

       The ratifiers and props of every word,

       They cry ‘Choose we! Laertes shall be king!’

       Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds,

       ‘Laertes shall be king! Laertes king!’

       Queen.

       How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!

       O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!

       [A noise within.]

       King.

       The doors are broke.

       [Enter Laertes, armed; Danes following.]

       Laer.

       Where is this king?—Sirs, stand you all without.

       Danes.

       No, let’s come in.

       Laer.

       I pray you, give me leave.

       Danes.

       We will, we will.

       [They retire without the door.]

       Laer.

       I thank you:—keep the door.—O thou vile king,

       Give me my father!

       Queen.

       Calmly, good Laertes.

       Laer.

       That drop of blood that’s calm proclaims me bastard;

       Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot

       Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow

       Of my true mother.

       King.

       What is the cause, Laertes,

       That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?—

       Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person:

       There’s such divinity doth hedge a king,

       That treason can but peep to what it would,

       Acts little of his will.—Tell me, Laertes,

       Why thou art thus incens’d.—Let him go, Gertrude:—

       Speak, man.

       Laer.

       Where is my father?

       King.

       Dead.

       Queen.

       But not by him.

       King.

       Let him demand his fill.

       Laer.

       How came he dead? I’ll not be juggled with:

       To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!

       Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!

       I dare damnation:—to this point I stand,—

       That both the worlds, I give to negligence,

       Let come what comes; only I’ll be reveng’d

       Most throughly for my father.

       King.

       Who shall stay you?

       Laer.

       My will, not all the world:

       And for my means, I’ll husband them so well,

       They shall go far with little.

       King.

       Good Laertes,

       If you desire to know the certainty

       Of your dear father’s death, is’t writ in your revenge

       That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe,

       Winner and loser?

       Laer.

       None but his enemies.

       King.

       Will you know them then?

       Laer.

       To his good friends thus wide I’ll ope my arms;

       And, like the kind life-rendering pelican,

       Repast them with my blood.

       King.

       Why, now you speak

       Like a good child and a true gentleman.

       That I am guiltless of your father’s death,

       And am most sensibly in grief for it,

       It shall as level to your judgment pierce

       As day does to your eye.

       Danes.

       [Within] Let her come in.

       Laer.

       How now! What noise is that?

       [Re-enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with straws and flowers.]

       O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,

       Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!—

       By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,

       Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!

       Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!—

       O heavens! is’t possible a young maid’s wits

       Should be as mortal as an old man’s life?

       Nature is fine in love; and where ‘tis fine,

       It sends some precious instance of itself

       After the thing it loves.

       Oph.

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