Oph. I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but 65
I cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him i'[1714]
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,[1715]
good night. [Exit.[1715][1716] 70
King. Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you. [Exit Horatio.[1717]
O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs[1718]
All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,[1719]
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,[1720]
But in battalions! First, her father slain:[1721] 75
Next, your son gone; and he most violent author
Of his own just remove: the people muddied,
Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers,[1722]
For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly,[1723]
In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia[1724] 80
Divided from herself and her fair judgement,
Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts:[1725]
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,[1726] 85
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear[1727]
With pestilent speeches of his father's death;
Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,[1728]
Will nothing stick our person to arraign[1729]
In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this, 90
Like to a murdering-piece, in many places[1730][1731]
Gives me superfluous death. [A noise within.[1731]
Queen. Alack, what noise is this?[1732]
King. Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.[1733][1734]
Enter another Gentleman.[1734]
What is the matter?[1734]
Gent. Save yourself, my lord:[1734][1735]
The ocean, overpeering of his list, 95
Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste[1736]
Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord;[1737]
And, as the world were now but to begin,[1738]
Antiquity forgot, custom not known,[1738] 100
The ratifiers and props of every word,[1738][1739][1740]
They cry 'Choose we; Laertes shall be king!'[1739][1741]
Caps, hands and tongues applaud it to the clouds,[1742]
'Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!'[1743]
Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! 105
O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs! [Noise within.[1744]
King. The doors are broke.
Enter Laertes, armed; Danes following.[1745]