Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers, But mad in craft. Twere good, you let him know: Unpeg the basket on the house's top, Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape, And break your own neck down. Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breathe What thou hast said to me. Ham. I must to England: you know that? I had forgot; 'tis so concluded on. Alack, Ham. There's letters seal'd: and my two school fellows, Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd,§ For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Hoist from his own petar:|| and it shall go hard, ACT IV HAMLET'S IRRESOLUTION. How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good, and market¶ of his time, Be but to sleep, and feed? a beast, no more. Sure, he, that made us with such large discourse,** Looking before, and after, gave us not I'hat capability and godlike reason To fust* in us unus'd. Now, whether it be A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom, And, ever, three parts coward,-I do not know Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means, To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me: SORROWS RARELY SINGLE. O Gertrude, Gertrude, When sorrows come, they come not single spies, THE DIVINITY OF KINGS. Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person; DESCRIPTION OF OPHELIA'S DEATH. Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she make Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,” That liberalf shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies, and herself, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time, she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indu'd Unto that element: but long it could not be, ACT V. HAMLET'S REFLECTIONS ON YORICK'S SCULL. Grave-digger. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! he poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once, this same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? [Takes the scull. Ham. 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 Orchis morio mas. + Ticentious. + Insensible. her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that. . OPHELIA'S INTERMENT. Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh, MELANCHOLY. This is mere madness: And thus awhile the fit will work on him. When that her golden couplets are disclos'd,f PROVIDENCE DIRECTS OUR ACTIONS. And that should teach us, There's a divinity that shapes our ends Give me the cups; A HEALTH. And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, JULIUS CESAR. ACT I. PATRIOTISM. WHAT is that you would impart to me? CONTEMPT OF CASSIUS FOR CESAR. I was born free as Cesar; so were you. We both have fed as well; and we can both And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. And stemming it with hearts of controversy. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Is now become a god; And Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, He had a fever when he was in Spain, And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world Bru. Another general shout! [Shout. Flourish. I do believe, that these applauses are For some new honours that are heap'd on Cesar. Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, * Windy. † Temperament, constitution. |