[The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave.[2115]
Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme[2116]
Until my eyelids will no longer wag. 255
Queen. O my son, what theme?
Ham. I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,[2117]
Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
King. O, he is mad, Laertes. 260
Queen. For love of God, forbear him.
Ham. 'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do:[2118]
Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?[2119][2120]
Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?[2119][2121]
I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine?[2122] 265
To outface me with leaping in her grave?[2123]
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,[2124] 270
Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,[2125]
I'll rant as well as thou.
Queen. This is mere madness:[2126][2127]
And thus awhile the fit will work on him;[2128]
Anon, as patient as the female dove[2127][2129]
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,[2130] 275
His silence will sit drooping.
Ham. Hear you, sir;
What is the reason that you use me thus?
I loved you ever: but it is no matter;[2131]
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. [Exit.[2132] 280
King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.
[Exit Horatio.[2133]