SCENE VI.

Another Room in the Palace.

Enter KING and LAERTES.

King. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal;

Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
That he, which hath your noble father slain,
Pursu'd my life.

Laer. And so have I a noble father lost;
A sister driven into desperate terms;
Whose worth

Stood challenger on mount of all the age
For her perfections: But my revenge will come.

King. Break not your sleeps for that: you must not

think,

That we are made of stuff so flat and dull,

That we can let our beard be shook with danger, And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more.How now? what news?

Enter BERNARDO.

Ber. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet :
This to your majesty; this to the Queen.

King. From Hamlet! who brought them?
Ber. Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw them not.
King. Laertes, you shall hear them.-

Leave us.

[Exit BERNARDO.

[Reads.] High and mighty, you shall know, I am set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes: when I shall, first asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden, and

more strange, return.

HAMLET.

What should this mean? Are all the rest come back? Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?

Laer. Know you the hand?

King. "Tis Hamlet's character.-Naked,

And, in a postscript here, he says, alone.-
Can you advise me?

But let him come;

Laer. I am lost in it, my lord.
It warms the very sickness in my heart,
That I shall live, and tell him to his teeth,
Thus diddest thou.

King. If it be so, Laertes,

Will you be rul'd by me.

Laer. Ay, my lord;

So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace.

King. To thine own peace.

turn'd,

If he be now re

As checking at his voyage, and that he means

No more to undertake it, I will work him

To an exploit, now ripe in my device,

Under the which he shall not choose but fall:

And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe; But even his mother shall uncharge the practice, And call it, accident.

Laer. My lord, I will be rul'd;

The rather, if you could devise it so,
That I might be the organ.

King. It falls right.

You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality

Wherein they say, you shine.

Laer. What part is that, my lord ?

King. A very ribband in the cap of youth.

Here was a gentleman of Normandy,

He made confession of you;

H

And gave you such a masterly report,
For art and exercise in your defence,
And for your rapier most especial,

That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed,

If one could match you:

This report of his

Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy,
That he could nothing do, but wish and beg
Your sudden coming o'er, to play with you.
Now, out of this,

Laer. What out of this, my lord?

King. Laertes, was your father dear to you?
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
A face without a heart?

Laer. Why ask you this?

King. Hamlet comes back:--What would you un

dertake,

To show yourself in deed your father's son
More than in words?

Laer. To cut his throat i' the church.

King. No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize. Hamlet, return'd, shall know you are come home: We'll put on those shall praise your excellence, And set a double varnish on the fame

The Frenchman gave you; bring you, in fine, toge

ther,
And wager o'er your heads: he, being remiss,
Most generous, and free from all contriving,
Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease,
Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
A sword unbated, and, in a pass of practice,
Requite him for your father.

Laer. I will do't:

And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my sword.
I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal, that, but dip a knife in it,
Where it draws blood, no cataplasm so rare,