King.
I have ^notesent to seek him, and to find the body.
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
Yet must not we put the strong law on ^note him:
He's loved of the distracted multitude,
Who like not in their judgement, but their eyes;
And where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd ^note,
But never ^note the offence. To bear all smooth and even, ^note

This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause: diseases desperate grown
By desperate appliance are relieved,
Or not at all. Enter Rosencrantz. ^note
How now! what hath befall'n?

Ros.
Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,
We cannot get from him.

King.
But where is he?

Ros.
Without, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure.

King.
Bring him before us.

Ros.
Ho, Guildenstern ^note! ^note bring in my lord ^note. Enter ^note Hamlet and Guildenstern.

King.

Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?

Ham.

At supper.

King.

At supper! where?

Ham.

Not where he eats, but where he is ^note eaten: a certain convocation ^note of politic ^note worms are e'en ^note at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves ^note for maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two ^note dishes, but ^note to one table: that's the end.

King.

Alas, alas!

Ham.

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and ^note eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. ^note

King.

What dost thou mean by this?

Ham.

Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts ^note of a beggar.

King.

Where is Polonius?

Ham.

In heaven; send thither to see: if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' the other place yourself. But indeed, if ^note you find him not within ^note this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.

King.

Go seek him there.

Ham.

He ^note will stay till you ^note come.

King.
Hamlet, this deed, for thine ^note especial safety,
Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
For that which thou hast done, must send thee hence
With fiery quickness: ^note therefore ^note prepare thyself;
The bark is ready and the wind at help ^note,
The associates tend, and every thing is bent ^note
For England.

Ham.
For England? ^note

King.
Ay, Hamlet.

Ham.
Good. ^note

King.
So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.

Ham.

I see ^note a cherub that sees them ^note. But, come; for England! Farewell, dear mother.

King.

Thy loving father, Hamlet.

Ham.

My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is one flesh, and so ^note, my mother. Come, for England!

King.
Follow him at foot ^note; tempt him with speed aboard; ^note

Delay it not; I'll have him hence to-night:
Away! for every thing is seal'd and done
That else leans on the affair: pray you, make haste. [Exeunt ^note Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught—
As my great power thereof may give thee sense,
Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
Pays homage to us—thou mayst not coldly set ^note
Our sovereign process; which imports at full,
By letters congruing ^note to that effect,
The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
And thou must cure me: till I know 'tis done,
Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun ^note. [Exit. ^note Scene IV. [Footnote: A plain ^note in Denmark. Enter ^note Fortinbras, a Captain and Soldiers, marching.

For.
Go, captain, from me greet the ^note Danish king;
Tell him that by his license Fortinbras
Craves ^note the conveyance of a promised march
Over his kingdom ^note. You know the rendezvous ^note.

If that his majesty would aught with us,
We shall express our duty ^note in his eye;
And let him know so.

Cap.
I will do't, my lord.

For.
Go softly ^note on. [Exeunt ^note Fortinbras and Soldiers. Enter ^note Hamlet, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and others.

Ham.
Good sir, whose powers are these?

Cap.
They ^note are of Norway, sir.

Ham.
How purposed ^note, sir, I pray you?

Cap.
Against ^note some part of Poland.

Ham.
Who commands them, sir? ^note

Cap.
The nephew to ^note old Norway, Fortinbras.

Ham.
Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
Or for some frontier?

Cap.
Truly to speak ^note, and with no ^note addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground
That hath in it no profit but the name.
To pay five ducats, five, ^note I would not farm it;
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
A ranker rate, should it be sold ^note in fee.

Ham.
Why, then the Polack never will defend it.

Cap.
Yes, it is ^note already garrison'd.

Ham.
Two ^note thousand souls and twenty ^note thousand ducats
Will not debate the question of this straw: ^note
This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace,
That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir.

Cap.
God be wi' you ^note, sir. [Exit.

Ros.
Will't please you go, my lord?

Ham.
I'll ^note be with you straight ^note. Go a little before. [Exeunt ^note all but Hamlet.
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
That capability and god-like reason
To fust ^note in us unused. Now, whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event,—
A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward,—I do not know
Why yet I live ^note to say ‘this thing's to do,’
Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means,
To do 't. Examples gross as earth exhort me:
Witness this army, of such mass and charge,
Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death and danger dare,

Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir ^{note note} without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
The imminent ^note death of twenty thousand men,
That for a fantasy and trick of fame
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot ^note
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain ^note? O, ^note from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! ^note [Exit. ^note Scene V. [Footnote: Elsinore. A room ^note in the castle. Enter ^note Queen, Horatio, and a Gentleman.

Queen.
I will not speak with her.

Gent. ^note
She is importunate, indeed distract:
Her mood will needs be pitied. ^{note note}

Queen.
What would she have?

Gent. ^note
She speaks much of her father, says she hears
There's tricks i' the world, and hems and beats her heart,

Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
The hearers to collection; they aim ^note at it ^note,
And botch ^note the words up fit to their own thoughts;
Which, as her ^note winks and nods and gestures yield them,
Indeed would make one think there might ^note be thought ^note,
Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.

Hor.
'Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew
Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.

Queen.
Let her come in. ^note [Exit Gentleman. ^note [Aside] ^note
To ^note my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss:
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. ^note Re-enter ^note Gentleman, with Ophelia.

Oph.
Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?

Queen.
How now, Ophelia! ^note

Oph. [Sings] ^note
  How should I your true love know
    From another one?

  By his cockle hat and staff
    And his ^note sandal ^note shoon. ^note

Queen.
Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?

Oph.
Say you? ^note nay, pray you, mark. [Sings] ^note

  He is dead and gone, lady,
    He is ^note dead and gone;
  At his head a grass-green ^note turf,
    At his heels a stone. ^note
Oh, oh! ^note

Queen.
Nay, but, Ophelia,—

Oph.
Pray you, mark. [Sings] ^note

White his ^note shroud as the mountain snow,— Enter King. ^note

Queen.
Alas, look here, my lord.

Oph. [Sings] ^note
    Larded ^note with sweet flowers;
  Which bewept ^note to the grave ^note did ^note go
    With true-love ^note showers ^note.

King.

How do you ^note, pretty lady?

Oph.

Well, God 'ild ^note you! They say the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know ^note not what we may be. God be at your table! ^note

King.

Conceit upon her father.

Oph.

Pray you, let's ^note have no words of this; but when they ask you what it means, say you this:

[Sings] ^note
  To-morrow is ^note Saint Valentine's day,
    All in the morning ^note betime,
  And I a maid at your window,
    To be your Valentine. ^note
  Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes ^note,
    And dupp'd ^note the chamber-door;
  Let in the maid, that out ^note a maid
    Never departed more. ^note

King.

Pretty Ophelia!

Oph.

Indeed, la, ^note without an oath, I'll make an end on't:

[Sings] ^note
  By Gis ^note 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 ^note. ^note
  Quoth she, before ^note you tumbled me,
    You promised me to wed. ^note

He answers: ^note

  So would ^note I ha' done ^note, by yonder sun ^note,
    An ^note thou hadst not come to my bed.

King.

How long hath she been thus ^note?

Oph.

I hope all will be well. We must be patient; but I cannot choose but weep, to think they should ^note 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 ^note night. ^note

King.
Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you. ^note [Exit Horatio. ^note
O, this ^note is the poison of deep grief; it springs
All from her father's death. O ^note Gertrude, Gertrude,
When sorrows come, they ^note come not single spies ^note,
But in battalions ^note! First, her father slain:
Next, your son gone; and he most violent author
Of his own just remove: the people muddied,
Thick and unwholesome in their ^note thoughts and whispers,
For good Polonius' death; and we have ^note done but greenly, ^note
In hugger-mugger ^note to inter him: poor Ophelia
Divided from herself and her fair judgement,
Without the which we are ^note pictures, or mere beasts:
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds on his wonder ^note, keeps himself in clouds ^note,
And wants not buzzers ^note to infect his ear

With pestilent speeches of his father's death;
Wherein ^note necessity ^note, of matter beggar'd,
Will nothing stick our person ^note to arraign
In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
Like to a murdering-piece ^note, in many places
Gives ^note me superfluous death. [A noise within.

Queen.
Alack, what noise is this? ^{note note}

King.
Where ^note are ^note my Switzers ^note? Let them guard the door. Enter another Gentleman. ^note
What is the matter ^note?

Gent. ^note
Save yourself, my lord:
The ocean, overpeering of his list,
Eats ^note not the flats with more impetuous ^note haste
Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord ^note;
And, as the world were now but to begin,
Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
The ratifiers and props of every word ^note, ^note
They ^note cry ‘Choose we; ^note Laertes shall be king! ^note’
Caps, hands and tongues ^note applaud it to the clouds,

^note
‘Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!’

Queen.
How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs! [Noise within. ^note

King.
The doors are broke. Enter Laertes, armed; Danes following. ^note

Laer.
Where is this king? Sirs ^note, stand you all without.

Danes. ^note
No, let's come in.

Laer.
I pray you, give me leave.

Danes. ^note
We will, we will. [They retire ^note without the door.

Laer.
I thank you: keep the door. O thou vile ^note king,
Give me my father! ^note

Queen.
Calmly, good Laertes.

Laer.
That drop of blood that's calm ^note proclaims me bastard; ^note
Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot
Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow ^note
Of my true mother.

King.
What is the cause, Laertes,
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person:
There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but ^note peep to ^note what it would,
Acts ^note little of his ^note will. Tell me, Laertes,

Why thou art ^note thus incensed: let him go, Gertrude:
Speak, man.

Laer.
Where is ^note my father?

King.
Dead ^note.

Queen.
But not by him.

King.
Let him demand his fill.

Laer.
How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest ^note devil!
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
I ^note dare damnation: to this point I stand,
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged
Most throughly for my father.

King.
Who shall stay you?

Laer.
My will, not all the world ^note:
And for my means, I'll husband them so well,
They ^note shall go far with little.

King.
Good Laertes,
If you desire to know the certainty ^note
Of your dear father's death ^note, is 't ^note writ in your revenge,
That, swoopstake ^note, you will ^note draw both friend and foe,
Winner and loser? ^note

Laer.
None but his enemies.

King.
Will you know them then? ^note

Laer.
To his good friends ^note thus wide I'll ope ^note my arms;

And, like the kind life-rendering pelican ^note,
Repast ^note them with my blood.

King.
Why, now you speak ^note
Like a good child and a true gentleman.
That I am guiltless of your father's death,
And am most sensibly ^note in grief for it, ^note
It shall as level to your judgement pierce ^note
As day does to your eye.

Danes. [Within] ^note
Let her come in.

Laer.
How now! what noise is that? Re-enter ^note Ophelia.
O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,
Burn out ^note the sense and virtue of mine eye!
By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with ^note weight,
Till ^note our scale turn ^note the beam. O rose of May!
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
O heavens! is 't possible a young maid's wits
Should be as mortal as an old ^note man's life?
Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine
It sends some precious instance ^note of itself
After the thing it loves. ^note

Oph. [Sings] ^note

  They bore him barefaced ^note on the bier;
  Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny: ^note

  And in ^note his grave rain'd ^note many a tear,—
Fare you well, my dove! ^note

Laer.
Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
It could not move ^note thus. ^note

Oph. [Sings]

^note
  You must sing down a-down,
  An ^note you call him a-down-a.

O, how the wheel becomes it ^note! It is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter.

Laer.

This nothing's ^note more than matter.

Oph.

There's rosemary, that's ^note for remembrance: ^note pray you ^note, love, remember: and there is ^note pansies ^note, that's for thoughts.

Laer.

A document in madness; thoughts and remembrance fitted.

Oph.

There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue for you; and here's some for me: we may call it herb of grace ^note o' ^note Sundays: O, you must ^note wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died: they say a' made ^note a good end,—

[Sings] ^note
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

Laer.
Thought ^note and affliction ^note, passion, hell itself,
She turns to favour and to prettiness.

Oph. [Sings] ^note

    And will a' not come again?
  And will a' ^note not come again?
    No, no, he is dead, ^note
    Go to thy ^note death-bed,
  He never will come again.
  His beard was as ^note white as snow,
  All flaxen ^note was his poll ^note:
    He is gone, he is gone,
    And we cast away moan: ^note
  God ha' mercy ^note on his soul!
And of ^note all Christian ^note souls, I pray God ^note. God be wi' you ^note. [Exit. ^note

Laer.
Do you see this, O God? ^note

King.
Laertes, I must commune ^note with your grief,
Or you deny me right. Go but apart,
Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,
And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me:
If by direct or by collateral ^note hand
They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom ^note give,
Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours,
To you in satisfaction; but if not,
Be you content to lend your patience ^note to us,

And we shall jointly labour with your soul
To give it due content.

Laer.
Let this be so;
His means of death, his obscure funeral ^note,
No trophy ^note, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
No noble rite ^note nor formal ostentation,
Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,
That I must call't ^note in question.

King.
So you shall;
And where the offence is let the great axe ^note fall.
I pray you, go with me. [Exeunt. ^note Scene VI. [Footnote: Another ^note room in the castle. Enter ^note Horatio and a Servant.

Hor.
What are they that would speak with me?

Serv. ^note
Sea-faring men ^note, sir: they say they have letters for you.

Hor.
Let them come in. ^note [Exit Servant. ^note
I do not know from what part of the world
I should be greeted, if ^note not from Lord Hamlet.

[Enter Sailors. ^note

First Sail. ^note

God bless you ^note, sir.

Hor.

Let him bless thee too.

First Sail. ^note

He ^note shall, sir, an't ^note please him. There's a letter for you, sir; it comes ^note from the ambassador ^note that was bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.

Hor. [Reads] ^note

‘Horatio, when thou shalt have over-looked this, give these fellows some means to the king: they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chase. Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour: and in ^note the grapple I boarded them: on the instant ^note they got clear of our ship; so I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me like thieves of mercy: but they knew what they did; I am to do a good ^note turn for them. Let the king have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me with as much speed ^note as thou wouldest ^note fly death. I have words to speak in thine ^note ear will make thee dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of the ^note matter. These good fellows will bring thee where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England: of them I have much ^note to tell thee. Farewell.

‘He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet. ^note’

Come, I will make ^note you way for these your letters;
And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them. [Exeunt. ^{note note} Scene VII. [Footnote: Another room in the castle. ^note Enter King and Laertes.

King.
Now must your conscience my acquittance seal,
And you must put me in your heart for friend,
Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
That he which ^note hath your noble father slain
Pursued my life.

Laer.
It well appears: but tell me
Why you proceeded ^note not against these feats,
So crimeful ^note and so ^note capital in nature,
As by your safety ^note, wisdom, all things else,
You mainly were stirr'd up.

King.
O, for two ^note special reasons,
Which may to you perhaps seem much unsinew'd ^note,
But ^note yet to me they're ^note strong. The queen his mother
Lives almost by his looks; and for myself—
My virtue or my plague, be it ^note either which—
She's so conjunctive ^note to my life and soul,
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
I could not but by her. The other motive,

Why to a public count I might not go,
Is the great love the general gender bear him;
Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
Would ^note, like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
Convert his gyves ^note to graces; so that ^note my arrows,
Too slightly timber'd ^note for so loud a wind ^note,
Would have reverted to my bow ^note again
And ^note not ^note where I had ^note aim'd ^note them.

Laer.
And so have I ^note a noble father lost;
A sister driven into desperate terms,
Whose worth ^note, if praises may go back again,
Stood ^note challenger on mount ^note of all the age
For her perfections: but my ^note revenge will come.

King.
Break not your sleeps for that: you must not think ^note
That we are made of stuff so flat and dull
That we can let our beard ^note be shook with danger ^note
And think it pastime ^note. You shortly shall ^note hear more:
I loved your father, and we love ourself ^note;
And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine— ^note Enter ^note a Messenger, with letters.
How now! what news? ^note

Mess.
Letters, my lord, from Hamlet: ^note
This ^note to your majesty; this to the queen.

King.
From Hamlet! ^note who brought them?

Mess.
Sailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not:
They were given me by Claudio; he received them
Of him ^note that brought them. ^note

King.
Laertes, you shall hear ^note them.
Leave us. ^note [Exit ^note Messenger. [Reads] ^note

‘High and mighty, You shall know I am set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall I ^note beg leave to see your kingly eyes: when I shall, first asking your ^note pardon thereunto, ^note recount the occasion ^note of my sudden and more strange ^note return.

‘Hamlet. ^note’

Laer.
Know you the hand?

King.
'Tis Hamlet's character. ‘Naked!’
And in a postscript here, he says ‘alone. ^note’
Can you advise ^note me? ^note

Laer.
I'm ^note lost in it, my lord. But let him come;
It warms the very sickness in my heart,
That I shall ^note live and tell ^note him to his teeth,
‘Thus didest ^note thou.’

King.
If it be so, Laertes,—

As how should it ^note be so? how otherwise?—
Will you be ruled by me? ^note

Laer.
Ay, my lord ^note;
So you will ^note not o'errule me to a peace. ^note

King.
To thine own peace. If he be now return'd ^note,
As checking at ^note his voyage, and that he means
No more to undertake it, I will work him
To an exploit now ripe in my device ^note,
Under the which he shall not choose but fall:
And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe;
But even his mother shall uncharge the practice,
And call it accident ^note.

Laer.
My lord ^note, I will be ruled;
The rather, if you could devise it so
That I might be the organ ^note.

King.
It falls right.
You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality
Wherein, they say, you shine: your sum of parts
Did not together pluck such envy from him,
As did that one, and that in my regard
Of the unworthiest siege.

Laer.
What part is that, my lord?

King.
A very riband ^note in the cap of youth,
Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears
Than settled age his sables and his weeds,
Importing health ^note and graveness. ^note Two months since ^note,

Here was a gentleman of Normandy:— ^note
I've ^note seen myself, and served against, the French,
And they can ^note well on horseback: but this gallant
Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto ^note his seat,
And to such wondrous doing brought his horse
As had he ^note been incorpsed and demi-natured
With the brave beast: so far he topp'd ^note my thought ^note
That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,
Come ^note short of what he did.

Laer.
A Norman was't?

King.
A Norman.

Laer.
Upon my life, Lamond ^note.

King.
The very ^note same.

Laer.
I know him well: he is the brooch indeed
And gem of all the ^note nation.

King.
He made ^note confession of you,
And gave you such a masterly report,
For art and exercise in your defence,
And for your rapier most especial ^note,
That he cried out, 'twould be a sight ^note indeed
If one could match you: the scrimers ^note of their nation,
He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
If you opposed them. Sir, this ^note report of his
Did Hamlet so envenom with his ^note envy
That he could nothing do but wish and beg
Your sudden coming o'er ^note, to play with him ^note.

Now, out of this— ^note

Laer.
What ^note 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 ^note by time ^{note note},
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 ^note or snuff that will abate it;
And nothing is at a like goodness still,
For goodness, growing to a plurisy ^note,
Dies in his own too much: that ^note 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 ^note,
And then this ‘should’ ^note is like a spendthrift sigh ^note,
That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o' the ulcer: ^note
Hamlet comes ^note back: what would you undertake,
To show yourself your father's son in deed ^note
More than in words?

Laer.
To cut his throat i' the church.

King.
No place indeed should murder sanctuarize ^note;

Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes,
Will you do this, keep close within your chamber. ^note
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 ^note
The Frenchman ^note gave you; bring you in fine together
And wager on ^note your heads: he, being remiss,
Most generous and free from all contriving,
Will not peruse the foils, ^note so that with ease,
Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
A sword unbated ^note, and in a pass ^note of practice
Requite him for your father.

Laer.
I will do 't
And for that ^note purpose I'll anoint ^note my sword.
I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal that but dip ^note 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
That is but scratch'd withal: I'll touch my point
With this contagion, that, if I ^note gall him slightly,
It may be death. ^note

King.
Let's further think of this;
Weigh ^note what convenience ^note both of time and means
May fit us ^note to our shape: if this should fail, ^note

And that our drift look ^note through our bad performance,
'Twere better not assay'd: therefore this project
Should have a back or second, that might hold
If this did ^note blast in proof. Soft! let me see:
We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings ^note:
I ha't ^note:
When in your motion you are hot and dry ^{note note}—
As ^note make your bouts more violent to that end ^note—
And that he calls for drink, I'll have prepared ^note him
A chalice for the nonce ^note; whereon but sipping ^note,
If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck ^note,
Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what noise? ^note Enter Queen. ^note
How now, sweet queen! ^{note note}

Queen.
One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they ^note follow: your sister's drown'd, Laertes.

Laer.
Drown'd! O, where?

Queen.
There is a willow grows aslant ^note a ^note brook,
That shows his hoar ^note leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come ^note
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
That liberal shepherds give ^note a grosser name ^note,

But our cold ^note maids do dead men's fingers call them:
There ^note, on the pendent boughs her coronet ^note weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver ^note broke;
When down her ^note weedy trophies ^note and herself
Fell-in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
And mermaid-like awhile they bore ^note her up:
Which time she chanted snatches ^note of old tunes ^note,
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued ^note
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their ^note drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch ^note from her melodious lay ^note
To muddy death.

Laer.
Alas, then she is drown'd! ^note

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 ^note that fain would blaze,
But that this folly douts ^note it. [Exit.

King.
Let's ^note follow, Gertrude:
How much I had ^note to do to calm his rage!

Now fear I this will give it start again;
Therefore let's follow. [Exeunt.

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