Exit
To Horatio
KING Follow her close: give her good watch,
I pray you.
[Exit Horatio]
O, this is the poison of deep grief: it springs
All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,
When sorrows come, they come not single spies76
But in battalions. First, her father slain:
Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
Of his own just remove: the people muddied79, Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly81
In hugger-mugger82 to inter him: poor Ophelia Divided from herself and her fair judgement,
Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts:
Last, and as much containing85 as all these, Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds87, And wants not buzzers88 to infect his ear With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
Wherein necessity, of matter beggared90, Will nothing stick our persons to arraign91
In ear and ear. O, my dear Gertrude, this,
Like to a murdering-piece93, in many places Gives me superfluous death94.
A noise within
Enter a Messenger
GERTRUDE Alack, what noise is this?
KING Where are my Switzers96? Let them guard the door.--
What is the matter?
MESSENGER Save yourself, my lord.
The ocean, overpeering of his list99, Eats not the flats100 with more impiteous haste Than young Laertes, in a riotous head101, O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord,
And, as103 the world were now but to begin, Antiquity104 forgot, custom not known, The ratifiers and props of every word105, They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king.'
Caps107, hands and tongues, applaud it to the clouds: 'Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!'
GERTRUDE How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
O, this is counter, you false110 Danish dogs!