Be buried quick with her?—and so will I. I’m not going any farther. There is no ancient gentleman but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers. But however you attempt to get revenge, don’t allow your mind or soul to contemplate harming your mother. Now here stands a man, right? Woo’t weep? Of life, of crown, of queen at once dispatched, No reckoning made, but sent to my account. Good. Let’s go back inside together. Who is it that they’re following? As I was sleeping in the orchard—as I used to do every afternoon—your uncle snuck up and poured a vial of henbane poison into my ear. If this had not been a, gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o’, Why, there thou sayst. But howsoever thou pursuest this act, Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught. We’ll move somewhere else. And so, as I slept, my brother stole my life, my crown, and my queen. Now come, let’s go. Swear by my sword never to speak of what you’ve heard. He poured a pitcher of German wine on my head once. Here’s the water, right? Canst work i’ th’ earth so fast?A worthy pioneer! The gallows do well. Don’t let the bed of the Danish king be a nest of incest. Why, couldn’t that be a lawyer’s skull? Will you cry? You’d have to be as slow and dull as a weed growing on the banks of. They keep up Adam’s profession. [scatters flowers] I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife. Strengthen your patience in our last night’s speech. I always loved you. Soon we’ll have the calm we need. Should I include hell too? I’ll ask you another question. Till of this flat a mountain you have made, Now pile the dirt onto the living and the dead, until you’ve made this flat ground into mountain, Bears such an emphasis, whose phrase of sorrow, Who is the man whose grief is so profound, whose words of sadness makes the stars stand still in the heavens. Until then we must work patiently. That poison—which is like a natural enemy of blood—spreads like quicksilver through the veins and curdles the blood. My bones ache to think about it. Then we’ll shift our ground. But just as true virtue can’t be corrupted, so will lust show its true nature by satisfying itself first in the blessing of heavenly marriage and then by wallowing in garbage. Anon, as patient as the female dove When that her golden couplets are disclosed, His silence will sit drooping. [Digging and singing] In my youth when I did love, did love, I though it was very sweet To set—O—the date for—Ahh—my duty  Oh, I thought it—ahh—was not—ahh—right. Refine any search. As for me,’ll go and pray. Not one now to mock your own grinning? Here comes the king, the queen, and all of their court. At least I’m sure it may be so in Denmark. I tell thee she is. Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A couch for luxury and damnèd incest. Come on, shovel. Nobody there will notice. And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. No, I swear, not at all. Scene Questions for Review 1. Make her laugh at that. Her death was questionable. Now listen: just as you swore before, no matter how strangely I act (since from now on I may find it necessary to act a bit crazy), you must never, ever let on—with a gesture of your arms, or a shake of your head, or by saying something like “well, well, we understand,” or “we’d tell you if we could,” or “if we were allowed to speak,” or anything like that—. Must have been someone of quite noble birth. Then he’ll be as calm as a female dove waiting for a pair of eggs to hatch. CLAUDIUS enters with GERTRUDE, LAERTES, and a coffin, with a PRIEST and other lords attendant. I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat. Who is it that they’re following? Lord, Horatio, I’ve been noticing this for the last three years. We must speak by the card. What a change of fortune, if we could only see it. How dost thou understand the Scripture? You’re not able to mock your own grinning skull now, are you? And so, without more circumstance at all. I loved Ophelia. I’ve been the handyman here for thirty years, since I was a boy. Here hung his lips, which I kissed I don’t know how many times. How literal this jokester is! That’s a lively lie, sir, jumping like that from me to you. PDF downloads of all 1408 LitCharts literature guides, and of every new one we publish. When that her golden couplets are disclosed. [From under the stage] Swear by his sword. Then we’ll shift our ground. Never tell anyone what you’ve seen tonight. Aren’t legal documents made of sheepskin? We have to speak precisely, or his word play will defeat us. Oh, Hamlet, she fell so far! That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once. LitCharts Teacher Editions. So welcome it like a stranger. Good. It must be se offendendo. Let’s hide and watch for a while. They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that.I will speak to this fellow.—Whose grave’s this, sirrah? Will you drink vinegar, or eat a crocodile? LitCharts Teacher Editions. Where are all his lawyerly quibbles, his cases, and his tricks? Of all the days in the year, I started this work on the day that the late King Hamlet defeated Fortinbras. Find related themes, quotes, symbols, characters, and more. Your dances? That’s Laertes, a very noble young man. This is pure madness. Instead of prayers, she would have had rocks and broken pottery thrown on her body. Why, here in Denmark. [To GERTRUDE] Good Gertrude, please set some kind of watch over your son. Do you not know the Bible? I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be When thou liest howling.