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 ____ He presently without demaunding why,

That Hamlet loose his head, for he must die,

There's more in him than shallow eyes can see:

He once being dead, why then our state is free. exit.

Enter Fortenbrasse, Drumme and Souldiers. Fort. Captaine, from vs goe greete

The king of Denmarke:

Tell him that Fortenbrasse nephew to old Norway,

Craues a free passe and conduct ouer his land,

According to the Articles agreed on:

You know our Randevous, goe march away. exeunt all.

enter King and Queene. King Hamlet is ship't for England, fare him well,

I hope to heare good newes from thence ere long,

If euery thing fall out to our content,

As I doe make no doubt but so it shall.

Queene God grant it may, heau'ns keep my Hamlet safe:

But this mischance of olde Corambis death,

Hath piersed so the yong Ofeliaes heart,

That she, poore maide, is quite bereft her wittes.

King Alas deere heart! And on the other side,

We vnderstand her brother's come from France,

And he hath halfe the heart of all our Land,

And hardly hee'le forget his fathers death,

Vnlesse by some meanes he be pacified.

Qu. O see where the yong Ofelia is!

Enter Ofelia playing on a Lute, and her haire downe singing. Ofelia How should I your true loue know

From another man?

By his cockle hatte, and his staffe,

And

Prince of Denmarke And his sandall shoone.

White his shrowde as mountaine snowe,

Larded with sweete flowers,

That bewept to the graue did not goe

With true louers showers:

He is dead and gone Lady, he is dead and gone,

At his head a grasse greene turffe,

At his heeles a stone.

king How i'st with you sweete Ofelia?

Ofelia Well God yeeld you,

It grieues me to see how they laid him in the cold ground,

I could not chuse but weepe:

And will he not come againe?

And will he not come againe?

No, no, hee's gone, and we cast away mone,

And he neuer will come againe.

His beard as white as snowe:

All flaxen was his pole,

He is dead, he is gone,

And we cast away moane:

God a mercy on his soule.

And of all christen soules I pray God.

God be with you Ladies, God be with you. exit Ofelia.

king A pretty wretch! this is a change indeede:

O Time, how swiftly runnes our ioyes away?

Content on earth was neuer certaine bred,

To day we laugh and liue, to morrow dead.

How now, what noyse is that?

A noyse within. enter Leartes. Lear. Stay there vntill I come,

O thou vilde king, giue me my father:

Speake, say, where's my father?

king Dead.

Lear. Who hath murdred him? speake, i'le not

Be juggled with, for he is murdred.

Queene True, but not by him.52

H Leartes