t thou do for her?

_Queen._ O, he is mad, Laertes.

_Ham._ Come, show me what thou'lt do:
Wou'lt weep? wou'lt fight? wou'lt fast? wou'lt tear thyself?
I'll do't.--Dost thou come here to whine?
To outface me[41] with leaping in her grave?
Be buried quick with her, and so will I:
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us, till our ground,[42]
Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
Make Ossa[43] like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
I'll rant as well as thou.

_Queen._ This is mere madness:
And thus a while the fit will work on him;
Anon, as patient as the female dove,
When that her golden couplets are disclos'd,[44]
His silence will sit drooping.

_Ham._ Hear you, sir;
What is the reason that you use me thus?
I lov'd you ever: But it is no matter;
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew,[45] and dog will have his day.

[_Exit_, R.H.]

_King._ (C.) I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.

[_Exit_ HORATIO, R.H.]

Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son,

[_Exit_ QUEEN, _attended_, R.H.]

Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech;[46]

[_To_ LAERTES.]

We'll put the matter to the present push.--
This grave shall have a living monument:[47]
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
Till then, in patience our proceeding be.

[_The characters group round the grave._]

SCENE II.--HALL IN THE CASTLE.

_Enter_ HAMLET _and_ HORATIO (R.H.)

_Ham._ But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
That to Laertes I forgot myself;
For by the image of my cause,[48] I see
The portraiture of his.

_Hor._ Peace! who comes here?

_Enter_ OSRIC (L.H.)

_Osr._ Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.

_Ham._ (C.) I humbly thank you, sir.--Dost know this water-fly?[49]

_Hor._ (R.) No, my good lord.

_Ham._ Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to know him.

_Osr._ (L.) Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I should
impart a thing to you from his majesty.

_Ham._ I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of spirit.[50] Your
bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head.

_Osr._ I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot.

_Ham._ No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly.

_Osr._ It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.

_Ham._ But yet, methinks it is very sultry and hot,[51] for m