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KING . Pluck them asunder . QUEEN . Hamlet ! Hamlet ! All . Gentlemen ! HORATIO . Good my lord , be quiet . [ The Attendants part them , and they come out of the grave . ] HAMLET . Why , I will fight with him upon this theme Until my eyelids will no longer wag . QUEEN . O my son , what theme ? HAMLET . 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 ! HAMLET . ’ Swounds , show me what thou’lt do : Woul’t weep ? woul’t fight ? woul’t fast ? woul’t tear thyself ? Woul’t drink up eisel ? eat a crocodile ? I’ll do’t . Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her , and so will I . And if thou prate of mountains , let them throw Millions of acres on us , till our ground , Singeing his pate against the burning zone , Make Ossa like a wart . Nay , an thou’lt mouth , I’ll rant as well as thou . QUEEN . This is mere madness : And thus awhile the fit will work on him ; Anon , as patient as the female dove , When that her golden couplets are disclos’d , His silence will sit drooping . HAMLET . 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 . ] KING . I pray thee , good Horatio , wait upon him . [ Exit Horatio . ] [ To Laertes ] Strengthen your patience in our last night’s speech ; We’ll put the matter to the present push . — Good Gertrude , set some watch over your son . This grave shall have a living monument . An hour of quiet shortly shall we see ; Till then in patience our proceeding be . [ Exeunt . ] SCENE II . A hall in the Castle . Enter Hamlet and Horatio . HAMLET . So much for this , sir . Now let me see the other ; You do remember all the circumstance ? HORATIO . Remember it , my lord ! HAMLET . Sir , in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep . Methought I lay Worse than the mutinies in the bilboes . Rashly , And prais’d be rashness for it , — let us know , Our indiscretion sometime serves us well , When our deep plots do pall ; and that should teach us There’s a divinity that shapes our ends , Rough - hew them how we will . HORATIO . That is most certain . HAMLET . Up from my cabin , My sea - gown scarf’d about me , in the dark Grop’d I to find out them ; had my desire , Finger’d their packet , and in fine , withdrew To mine own room again , making so bold , My fears forgetting manners , to unseal Their grand commission ; where I found , Horatio , Oh royal knavery ! an exact command , Larded with many several sorts of reasons , Importing Denmark’s health , and England’s too , With ho ! such bugs and goblins in my life , That on the supervise , no leisure bated , No , not to stay the grinding of the axe , My head should be struck off .
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