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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:42:19 GMT
Enter HORATIO and a Servant
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:42:31 GMT
HORATIO
What are they that would speak with me?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:42:42 GMT
Servant
Sailors, sir: they say they have letters for you.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:42:59 GMT
HORATIO
Let them come in.
Exit Servant
I do not know from what part of the world
I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.
Enter Sailors
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:43:14 GMT
First Sailor
God bless you, sir.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:43:28 GMT
HORATIO
Let him bless thee too.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:43:42 GMT
First Sailor
He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter for
you, sir; it comes from the ambassador that was
bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am
let to know it is.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:44:01 GMT
HORATIO
[Reads] 'Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked
this, give these fellows some means to the king:
they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old
at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us
chase. Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on
a compelled valour, and in the grapple I boarded
them: on the instant they got clear of our ship; so
I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with
me like thieves of mercy: but they knew what they
did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king
have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me
with as much speed as thou wouldst fly death. I
have words to speak in thine ear will make thee
dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of
the matter. These good fellows will bring thee
where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their
course for England: of them I have much to tell
thee. Farewell.
'He that thou knowest thine, HAMLET.'
Come, I will make you way for these your letters;
And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them.
Exeunt
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:44:18 GMT
SCENE VII. Another room in the castle.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:44:32 GMT
Enter KING CLAUDIUS and LAERTES
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:44:57 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
Now must your conscience my acquaintance seal,
And you must put me in your heart for friend,
Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
That he which hath your noble father slain
Pursued my life.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:45:08 GMT
LAERTES
It well appears: but tell me
Why you proceeded not against these feats,
So crimeful and so capital in nature,
As by your safety, wisdom, all things else,
You mainly were stirr'd up.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:45:22 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
O, for two special reasons;
Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd,
But yet to me they are strong. The queen his mother
Lives almost by his looks; and for myself--
My virtue or my plague, be it either which--
She's so conjunctive to my life and soul,
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
I could not but by her. The other motive,
Why to a public count I might not go,
Is the great love the general gender bear him;
Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
Would, like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows,
Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind,
Would have reverted to my bow again,
And not where I had aim'd them.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:45:32 GMT
LAERTES
And so have I a noble father lost;
A sister driven into desperate terms,
Whose worth, if praises may go back again,
Stood challenger on mount of all the age
For her perfections: but my revenge will come.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:45:50 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
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:
I loved your father, and we love ourself;
And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine--
Enter a Messenger
How now! what news?
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