Shakespeare, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · at University unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 519 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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Alas, it is his madness makes him thus, And not his heart, Leartes. My lord, 'tis so: but we'll no longer trifle, This very day shall Hamlet drink his last, For presently we mean to send to him, Therefore Leartes be in readiness. My lord, till than my soul will not be quiet. Come Gertred, we'll have Leartes, and our son, Made friends and Lovers, as befits them both, Even as they tender us, and love their country. God grant they may. believe me, it grieves me much Horatio, That to Leartes I forgot myself: For by myself me thinks I feel his grief, Though there's difference in each others wrong. but mark yond water-flie, The Court knows him, but he knows not the Court. Now God save thee, sweet prince Hamlet. And you sir: foh, how the musk-cod smells! I come with an embassage from his majesty to you I shall sir give you attention: By my troth me thinks 'tis very cold. It is indeed very rawish cold. 'tis hot me thinks. Very swoltery hot: The King, sweet Prince, hath laid a wager on your side, Six Barbary horse, against six french rapiers, With all their acoutrements too, a the carriages: In good faith they are very curiously wrought. The carriages sir, I do not know what you mean. The girdles, and hangers sir, and such like. The word had been more cousin german to the phrase, if he could have carried the canon by his side, And how's the wager? I understand you now. Mary sir, that young Leartes in twelve venies At Rapier and Dagger do not get three odds of you, And on your side the King hath laid, And desires you to be in readiness. Very well, if the King dare venture his wager, I dare venture my skull: when must this be? My Lord, presently, the king, and her majesty, With the rest of the best judgement in the Court, Are coming down into the outward palace. Go tell his majesty, I will attend him. I shall deliver your most sweet answer. You may sir, none better, for y'are spiced, Else he had a bad nose could not smell a fool. He will disclose himself without inquiry. Believe me Horatio, my heart is on the sudden Very sore, all here about. My lord▪ forbear the challenge then. No Horatio, not I, if danger be now, Why then it is not to come, there's a predestiuate providence in the fall of a sparrow: here comes the King. Now son Hamlet, we have laid upon your head, And make no question but to have the best. Your majesty hath laid a the weaker side. We doubt it not, deliver them the foils. First Leartes, here's my hand and love, Protesting that I never wronged Leartes. If Hamlet in his madness did amiss, That was not Hamlet, but his madness did it, And all the wrong I e'er did to Leartes, I here proclaim was madness, therefore let's be at peace, And think I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, And hurt my brother.
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Alas, it is his madnes makes him thus, And not his heart, Leartes. My lord, t'is so: but wee'le no longer trifle, This very day shall Hamlet drinke his last, For presently we meane to send to him, Therfore Leartes be in readynes. My lord, till then my soule will not bee quiet. Come Gertred, wee'l haue Leartes, and our sonne, Made friends and Louers, as befittes them both, Euen as they tender vs, and loue their countrie. God grant they may. beleeue mee, it greeues mee much Horatio, That to Leartes I forgot my selfe: For by my selfe me thinkes I feele his griefe, Though there's difference in each others wrong. but marke yon water-flie, The Court knowes him, but hee knowes not the Court. Now God saue thee, sweete prince Hamlet. And you sir: foh, how the muske-cod smels! I come with an embassage from his maiesty to you I shall sir giue you attention: By my troth me thinkes t'is very colde. It is indeede very rawish colde. T'is hot me thinkes. Very swoltery hote: The King, sweete Prince, hath layd a wager on your side, Six Barbary horse, against six french rapiers, With all their acoutrements too, a the carriages: In good faith they are very curiously wrought. The cariages sir, I do not know what you meane. The girdles, and hangers sir, and such like. The worde had beene more cosin german to the phrase, if he could haue carried the canon by his side, And howe's the wager? I vnderstand you now. Mary sir, that yong Leartes in twelue venies At Rapier and Dagger do not get three oddes of you, And on your side the King hath laide, And desires you to be in readinesse. Very well, if the King dare venture his wager, I dare venture my skull: when must this be? My Lord, presently, the king, and her maiesty, With the rest of the best iudgement in the Court, Are comming downe into the outward pallace. Goe tell his maiestie, I wil attend him. I shall deliuer your most sweet answer. You may sir, none better, for y'are spiced, Else he had a bad nose could not smell a foole. He will disclose himselfe without inquirie. Beleeue me Horatio, my hart is on the sodaine Very sore, all here about. My lord▪ forbeare the challenge then. No Horatio, not I, if danger be now, Why then it is not to come, theres a predestiuate prouidence in the fall of a sparrow: heere comes the King. Now sonne Hamlet, we hane laid vpon your head, And make no question but to haue the best. Your maiestie hath laide a the weaker side. We doubt it not, deliuer them the foiles. First Leartes, heere's my hand and loue, Protesting that I neuer wrongd Leartes. If Hamlet in his madnesse did amisse, That was not Hamlet, but his madnes did it, And all the wrong I e're did to Leartes, I here proclaime was madnes, therefore lets be at peace, And thinke I haue shot mine arrow o're the house, And hurt my brother.