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Prince of Denmark, V. i

Ham. I lov'd Ophelia: forty thousand brothers

Could not, with all their quantity of love,

Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?

King. O! he is mad, Laertes.

Queen. For love of God, forbear him.

Ham. 'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do:

Woo't weep? woo't fight? [woo't fast?] woo't tear thyself?

Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?

I'll do 't. Dost thou come here to whine?

To outface me 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,

Singeing his pate against the burning zone,

Make Ossa 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,

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 and dog will have his day.

King. I pray you, good Horatio, wait upon him.

[To Laertes.] Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech;

 297 forbear: leave alone

299 Woo't: wilt thou

300 eisel: vinegar; cf. n.

306 burning zone: path of the sun

308 This drooping; cf. n.

311 golden couplets; cf. n.

318 in: in the thought of

