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HORATIO . [ Reads . ] ‘ Horatio , when thou shalt have overlooked 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 the grapple I boarded them . On the instant 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 turn for them . Let the King have the letters I have sent , and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou wouldst fly death . I have words to speak in thine ear will make thee dumb ; yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter . These good fellows will bring thee where I am . Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England : of them I have much to tell thee . Farewell . He that thou knowest thine , HAMLET . ’ Come , I will give you way for these your letters , And do’t the speedier , that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them . [ Exeunt . ] SCENE VII . Another room in the Castle . 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 hath your noble father slain Pursu’d my life . LAERTES . It well appears . But tell me Why you proceeded not against these feats , So crimeful and so capital in nature , As by your safety , wisdom , all things else , You mainly were stirr’d up . KING . O , for two special reasons , Which may to you , perhaps , seem much unsinew’d , But yet to me they are strong . The Queen his mother Lives almost by his looks ; and for myself , — My virtue or my plague , be it either which , — She’s so conjunctive 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 like the spring that turneth wood to stone , Convert his gyves to graces ; so that my arrows , Too slightly timber’d for so loud a wind , Would have reverted to my bow again , And not where I had aim’d them . LAERTES . And so have I a noble father lost , A sister driven into desperate terms , Whose worth , if praises may go back again , Stood challenger on mount of all the age For her perfections . But my revenge will come . KING . Break not your sleeps for that . You must not think That we are made of stuff so flat and dull That we can let our beard be shook with danger , And think it pastime . You shortly shall hear more . I lov’d your father , and we love ourself , And that , I hope , will teach you to imagine — Enter a Messenger . How now ? What news ?
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