Enter Priests, etc., in procession; the Corpse of OPHELIA, LAERTES and Mourners following; KING, QUEEN, their trains, etc. The Queen, the courtiers. Who is this they follow, The corse they follow did with desperate hand 230 [Retiring with Horatio. Laertes. What ceremony else? Hamlet. A very noble youth: mark. Laertes. What ceremony else? That is Laertes, 235 First Priest. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd Her maiden strewments and the bringing home Laertes. Must there no more be done? 240 No more be done. We should profane the service of the dead 246 To sing a requiem and such rest to her Laertes. Lay her 'i the earth, And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, 250 A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. Hamlet. Queen. Sweets to the sweet. What, the fair Ophelia ! Farewell! [Scattering flowers. I hop'd thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife; I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, And not have strew'd thy grave. Laertes. O, treble woes 256 260 [Leaps into the grave. Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead, Hamlet. [Advancing] What is he whose grief 265 Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand Like wonder-wounded hearers? Hamlet the Dane. Laertes. This is I, Hamlet. Thou pray'st not well. I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat, Queen. All. Gentlemen, Horatio. Hamlet, Hamlet! Good my lord, be quiet. 270 275 [The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave. Hamlet. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme Until my eyelids will no longer wag. Queen. O my son, what theme? Hamlet. I lov'd Ophelia; forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, What wilt thou do for her? Make up my sum. King. O, he is mad, Laertes. Queen. For love of God, forbear him. Hamlet. 'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do. M 280 Woo't weep? Woo't fight? Woo't fast? tear thyself? Woo't drink up eisel,° eat a crocodile ? Woo't 285 I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine? Make Ossa like a wart! I'll rant as well as thou. Queen. Nay, an thou'lt mouth, This is mere madness; And thus awhile the fit will work on him. When that her golden couplets are disclos'd,° Hamlet. Hear you, sir. What is the reason that you use me thus? [Exit. The cat will mew and dog will have his day. [Exit HORATIO. [To LAERTES] Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech. O We'll put the matter to the present push. 305 Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Hall in the Castle Enter HAMLET and HORATIO Hamlet. So much for this, sir. Now let me see the other. You do remember all the circumstance? Horatio. Remember it, my lord! Hamlet. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, That would not let me sleep. Methought I lay Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly, 5 When our deep plots do pall°; and that should teach us There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. 10 Horatio That is most certain. |