Ham. Nay, I know not. First Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! 'a poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir,(83) was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? First Clo. E'en that. Ham. Let me see. [Takes the skull.]-Alas, poor Yorick! -I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.—Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i' the earth? Hor. E'en so. Ham. And smelt so? pah! Hor. E'en so, my lord. [Puts down the skull. Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole? Hor. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so. Ham. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: as thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel ? Imperial (8) Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay, O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Enter Priests, &c. in procession; the Corpse of OPHELIA, LAERTES and Mourners following; King, Queen, their trains, &c. The queen, the courtiers: who is that they follow? The corse they follow did with desperate hand Couch we awhile, and mark. Laer. What ceremony else? A very noble youth: mark. Laer. What ceremony else? [Retiring with Horatio. That is Laertes, First Priest. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home Laer. Must there no more be done? No more be done: We should profane the service of the dead Laer. Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring!—I tell thee, churlish priest, A minstering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. Ham. Queen. Sweets to the sweet: farewell! What, the fair Ophelia ! [Scattering flowers. I hop'd thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife; I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, Laer. O, treble woe Fall ten times treble on that cursed head, Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense [Leaps into the grave. Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead, Ham. [advancing] What is he whose grief I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat; All. Gentlemen, Hor. Hamlet, Hamlet! Good my lord, be quiet. [The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave. Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme Until my eyelids will no longer wag. Queen. O my son, what theme? Ham. I lov'd Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.— -What wilt thou do for her? King. O, he is mad, Laertes. Queen. For love of God, forbear him. Ham. 'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do: Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself? Be buried quick with her, and so will I: Singeing his pate against the burning zone, I'll rant as well as thou. Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thouʼlt mouth, Queen. This is mere madness: And thus awhile the fit will work on him; When that her golden couplets are disclos'd, Ham. Hear you, sir; What is the reason that you use me thus? I lov'd you ever: but it is no matter; Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. [Exit. [Exit Horatio. Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech; We'll put the matter to the present push.— Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [To Laertes. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A hall in the castle. Enter HAMLET and HORATIO. Ham. So much for this, sir: now let me see the other ;You do remember all the circumstance? 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 When our dear plots do pall: (88) and that should teach us Hor. Ham. Up from my cabin, That is most certain. My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark My head should be struck off. Hor. Is't possible? Ham. Here's the commission: read it at more leisure. But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed? Hor. I beseech you. Ham. Being thus be-netted round with villanies,—(89) A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much Hor. Ay, good my lord. Ham. An earnest conjuration from the king,- As love between them like the palm might flourish; |