Queen Gent. Queen Gent. Hor. Queen Oph. Queen SCENE V-ELSINORE A ROYAL APARTMENT IN THE CASTLE Enter QUEEN, HORATIO, and a Gentleman I will not speak with her. She is importunate; Indeed distract. Her mood will needs be pitied. She speaks much of her father; says she hears heart; Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt, That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing, The hearers to collection; they gape at it, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; 'Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew Let her come in. [Exit Gentleman] [Aside] To my sick soul, (as sin's true nature is) It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Re-enter Gentleman, with OPHELIA [Ophelia playing on a lute, and her hair down] Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark ? King King Oph. How do you, pretty lady? Well, God yield you they say the owl was a baker's Conceit upon her father. This is a change indeed : Content on earth was never certain bred, To-day we laugh and live, to-morrow dead. Pray let's have no words of this; but when they ask you what it means, say you this Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes, Let in the maid, that out a maid. Never departed more. King Pretty Ophelia ! Oph. King Oph. King Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an end on't [Sings] By Gis and by Saint Charity, Alack, and fie for shame! Young men will do't, if they come to't; By Cock, they are to blame. Quoth she, before you tumbled me, (He answers) So would I ha' done, by yonder sun, How long hath she been thus ? I hope all will be well. We must be patient; but I cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him i' the cold ground. My brother shall know of it: and so I thank you for your good counsel.-Come, my coach!-Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night, good night. [Exit Ophelia] Oh, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs When sorrows come, they come not single spies, Next, your son gone; and he most violent author Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts, and whispers, In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia Queen King Gent. Queen King Laer. Danes Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts: Her brother is in secret come from France; [A noise within] Alack, what noise is this? Attend! where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door. Enter another Gentleman What is the matter? Save yourself, my lord. The ocean, overpeering of his list, Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, O'erbears your officers. 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! How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! [Noise within] Enter LAERTES, armed; Danes following Where is this king ?-Sirs, stand you all without. Queen Laer. King I thank you keep the door. : O thou vile king-give me my father! Calmly, good Laertes. What is the cause, Laertes, That thy rebellion looks so giant-like ? [The Queen restrains Laertes] Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person: Where is my father? Let him go, Gertrude. Laer. King Queen King Laer. King Laer. Let him demand his fill. Dead. But not by him. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with. My will, not all the world's: Who shall stay you? And for my means, I'll husband them so well, |