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confession of you； And gave you such a masterly report For art and
exercise in your defence； And for your rapier most especially； That he
cried out 'twould be a sight indeed If one could match you。 The scrimers
of their nation He swore had neither motion； guard； nor eye； If you
oppos'd them。 Sir； this report of his Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy
That he could nothing do but wish and beg Your sudden coming o'er to
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play with you。 Now； out of this… Laer。 What out of this； my lord？ King。
Laertes； was your father dear to you？ Or are you like the painting of a
sorrow； A face without a heart；' Laer。 Why ask you this？ King。 Not that I
think you did not love your father； But that I know love is begun by time；
And that I see； in passages of proof； Time qualifies the spark and fire of it。
There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will
abate it； And nothing is at a like goodness still； For goodness； growing to a
plurisy； Dies in his own too…much。 That we would do； We should do when
we would； for this 'would' changes； And hath abatements and delays as
many As there are tongues； are hands； are accidents； And then this 'should'
is like a spendthrift sigh； That hurts by easing。 But to the quick o' th' ulcer！
Hamlet comes back。 What would you undertake To show yourself your
father's son in deed More than in words？ Laer。 To cut his throat i' th'
church！ King。 No place indeed should murther sanctuarize； Revenge
should have no bounds。 But； good Laertes； Will you do this？ Keep close
within your chamber。 Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home。
We'll put on those shall praise your excellence And set a double varnish on
the fame The Frenchman gave you； bring you in fine together And wager
on your heads。 He； being remiss； Most generous； and free from all
contriving； Will not peruse the foils； so that with ease； Or with a little
shuffling； you may choose A sword unbated； and； in a pass of practice；
Requite him for your father。 Laer。 I will do't！ And for that purpose I'll
anoint my sword。 I bought an unction of a mountebank； So mortal that； but
dip a knife in it； Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare； Collected
from all simples that have virtue Under the moon； can save the thing from
death This is but scratch'd withal。 I'll touch my point With this contagion；
that； if I gall him slightly； It may be death。 King。 Let's further think of this；
Weigh what convenience both of time and means May fit us to our shape。
If this should fall； And that our drift look through our bad performance。
'Twere better not assay'd。 Therefore this project Should have a back or
second； that might hold If this did blast in proof。 Soft！ let me see。 We'll
make a solemn wager on your cunnings… I ha't！ When in your motion you
are hot and dry… As make your bouts more violent to that end… And that he
calls for drink； I'll have prepar'd him A chalice for the nonce； whereon but
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sipping； If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck； Our purpose may
hold there。… But stay； what noise；
Enter Queen。
How now； sweet queen？ Queen。 One woe doth tread upon another's
heel； So fast they follow。 Your sister's drown'd； Laertes。 Laer。 Drown'd！ O；
where？ Queen。 There is a willow grows aslant a brook； That shows his
hoar leaves in the glassy stream。 There with fantastic garlands did she
come Of crowflowers； nettles； daisies； and long purples； That liberal
shepherds give a grosser name； But our cold maids do dead men's fingers
call them。 There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds Clamb'ring 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 chaunted snatches of old tunes；
As one incapable of her own distress； Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element； but long it could not be Till that her garments； heavy
with their drink； Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy
death。 Laer。 Alas； then she is drown'd？ Queen。 Drown'd； drown'd。 Laer。
Too much of water hast thou； poor Ophelia； And therefore I forbid my
tears； but yet It is our trick； nature her custom holds； Let shame say what it
will。 When these are gone； The woman will be out。 Adieu； my lord。 I have
a speech of fire； that fain would blaze But that this folly douts it。Exit。 King。
Let's follow； Gertrude。 How much I had to do to calm his rage I Now fear I
this will give it start again； Therefore let's follow。Exeunt。
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ACT V。
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SCENE I。 Elsinore。 A churchyard。
Enter two Clowns； ＇with spades and pickaxes＇。
Clown。 Is she to be buried in Christian burial when she wilfully seeks
her own salvation？ Other。 I tell thee she is； therefore make her grave
straight。 The crowner hath sate on her； and finds it Christian burial。 Clown。
How can that be； unless she drown'd herself in her own defence？ Other。
Why； 'tis found so。