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146 Yet he appears absolutely unconscious that he has injured Laertes at all, and asks him:

And as the sharpness of the first pang passes, the old weary misery returns, and he might almost say to Ophelia, as he does to her brother:

‘It is no matter’: nothing matters.

The last scene opens. He narrates to Horatio the events of the voyage and his uncle’s attempt to murder him. But the conclusion of the story is no plan of action, but the old fatal question, ‘Ought I not to act?’ And, while he asks it, his enemies have acted. Osric enters with an invitation to him to take part in a fencing-match with Laertes. This match—he is expressly told so—has been arranged by his deadly enemy the King; and his antagonist is a man whose hands but a few hours ago were at his throat, and whose voice he had heard shouting ‘The devil take thy soul!’ But he does not think of that. To fence is to show a courtesy, and to himself it is a relief,—action, and not the one hateful action. There is something noble in his carelessness, and also in his refusal to attend to the presentiment which he suddenly feels (and of which he says, not only ‘the readiness is all,’ but also ‘it is no matter’). Something noble; and yet, when a sacred duty is still undone, ought one to be so ready to die? With the same carelessness, and with that trustfulness which makes us love him, but which is here so fatally misplaced, he picks up the first foil that comes to his hand, asks indifferently,‘These foils have all a length?’ and begins. And Fate