[Footnote 4: We dare no judgment on madness in life: we need not in art.]
[Footnote 5: Preterites of don and dup, contracted from do on and do up.]
[Footnote 6: —disclaiming false modesty.]
[Footnote 7: Not in Q.]
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King. Follow her close,
Giue her good watch I pray you:
Oh this is the poyson of deepe greefe, it springs
All from her Fathers death. Oh Gertrude, Gertrude,
[Sidenote: death, and now behold, ô Gertrard, Gertrard,]
When sorrowes comes, they come not single spies,[1]
[Sidenote: sorrowes come]
But in Battaliaes. First, her Father slaine, [Sidenote: battalians:]
Next your Sonne gone, and he most violent Author
Of his owne iust remoue: the people muddied,[2]
Thicke and vnwholsome in their thoughts, and whispers
[Sidenote: in thoughts]
For[3] good Polonius death; and we haue done but greenly
[Sidenote: 182] In hugger mugger[4] to interre him. Poore Ophelia
Diuided from her selfe,[5] and her faire Iudgement,
Without the which we are Pictures, or meere Beasts.
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her Brother is in secret come from France,
Keepes on his wonder,[6] keepes himselfe in clouds,
[Sidenote: Feeds on this[6]
And wants not Buzzers to infect his eare [Sidenote: care]
With pestilent Speeches of his Fathers death,
Where in necessitie of matter Beggard, [Sidenote: Wherein necessity]
Will nothing sticke our persons to Arraigne [Sidenote: person]
In eare and eare.[7] O my deere Gertrude, this,
Like to a murdering Peece[8] in many places,
Giues me superfluous death. A Noise within.
Enter a Messenger.
Qu. Alacke, what noyse is this?[9]
King. Where are my Switzers?[10] [Sidenote: King. Attend, where is my Swissers,] Let them guard the doore. What is the matter?
Mes. Saue your selfe, my Lord. [Sidenote: 120] The Ocean (ouer-peering of his List[11]) Eates not the Flats with more impittious[12] haste