The works of Shakespeare Volume 10

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 Excerpt: ...makes them stand Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I, Hamlet the Dane. Leaps into the grave. 270 Laer. The devil take thy soul! Grappling with him. Ham. Thou pray'st not well. I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat; For, though I am not splenitive and rash, Yet have I in me something dangerous, Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand. King. Pluck them asunder. Queen. All. Hamlet, Hamlet! Gentlemen,--Hor. Good my lord, be quiet. The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave. Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme Until my eyelids will no longer wag. Queen. O my son, what theme? 280 Ham. I loved 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. Ham. 'Swounds, show me what thou 'It do: Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself? Woo'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? 290 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 'It mouth, I 'll rant as well as thou. Queen. This is mere madness: And thus a while the fit will work on him; Anon, as patient as the female dove When that her golden couplets are disclosed, His silence will sit drooping. Ham. Hear you, sir; 300 What is the reason that you use me thus? I loved 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 ...