For art and exercise in your defence, That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed Sir, this report of his Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy LAERTES. What out of this, my lord? KING. 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 together And wager on your heads: he, being remiss, LAERTES. I will do 't; And for that purpose I'll anoint my sword. point With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly, It may be death. THERE, ON THE PENDENT BOUGHS HER CORONET WEEDS CLAMBERING TO HANG, AN ENVIOUS SLIVER BROKE; WHEN DOWN HER WEEDY TROPHIES AND HERSELF FELL IN THE WEEPING BROOK." KING. Let's further think of this We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings: I ha't: When in your motion you are hot and dry- Our Enter QUEEN. QUEEN. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, LAERTES. Drown'd! O, where? QUEEN. There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Enter MARCELLUS and a SOLDIER, bearing the body of OPHELIA and followed by ladies and courtiers. LAERTES. I forbid my tears: but yet It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will. Adieu, my lord: I have a speech of fire that fain would blaze, |