To this Shakespeare added:

which had returned

To the inheritance of Fortinbras,

Had he been vanquisher; as by the same covenant
And carriage of the article designed,

His fell to Hamlet.

He hath, my lord, wrung from me a forced graunt.

He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave,
By laborsome petition, and at last
Upon his will I sealed my hard consent.

Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!

(Quarto.)

(Standard Version.)

(Not in Quarto.)

Oph. My lord, he hath made many tenders of his love to me.
Cor. Tenders. I, I, tenders you may call them.
Oph. And withall such earnest vowes.

Cor. Springes to catch woodcocks.

What, do I not know when the blood doth burne
How prodigall the tongue lends the heart vowes.
In brief, be more scanter of your maiden presence,
Or tendering thus you'l tender mee a foole.

(Quarto.)

Oph. He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders Of his affection to me.

Pol. Affection! Pooh! You speak like a green girl Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.

Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?

Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should think.

Pol. Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby:

That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay
Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly:
Or-not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,

Running it thus-you'll tender me a fool,

(Standard Version.)

"Do not believe his vows, for they are brokers,
Not of that dye which their investments show,
But mere implorators of unholy suits,

Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,
The better to beguile."

I did repel his letters, deny his gifts,

As you did charge me.

I did repel his letters, and denied

His access to me.

(Not in Quarto.)

(Quarto.)

(Standard Version.)

For in that dreame of death, when we awake,
And borne before our everlasting judge,
From whence no passenger euer returned,
The undiscovered country, at whose sight
The happy smile and the accursed damn’d.
The undiscovered country from whose bourne
No traveller returns.

(Quarto.)

(Standard Version.)

Yet you cannot

Play upon me, besides to be demanded by a spunge.

(Quarto.)

Besides, to be demanded of a spunge: what replication Should be made by the son of a king? (Standard Version.)

King. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal.

Laer. It will appear: but tell me

Why you proceeded not against these feats

So crimeful and so capital in nature.

(Not in Quarto.)

First Clo. I say no, she ought not to be buried

In Christian burial.

Sec. Clo. Why, sir?

First Clo. Marry, because shee's drown'd.

Sec. Clo. But she did not drowne her selfe.

First Clo. No, that's certaine, the water drown'd her.

Sec. Cio. Yea, but it was against her will.

First Clo. No, I deny that; for looke you, sir; I stand here;

If the water come to me I drowne not my selfe;

But if 1 goe to the water, and am then drown'd,
Ergo, I am guiltie of my owne death.

Y'are gone; goe, y'are gone, sir.

Sec. Clo. I; but see, she hath Christian burial Because she is a great woman.

(Quarto.)

First Clo. Is she to be buried in Christian burial that wilfully seeks her own salvation?

Sec. Cio. I tell thee she is: and therefore make her grave straight the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it Christian burial.

First Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence?

Sec. Clo. Why, 'tis found so.

First Clo. It must be 'se offendendo;' it cannot be else. For here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act and an act hath three branches : it is, to act, to do, to perform argal, she drowned herself wittingly.

Sec. Cio. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver,—

First Clo. Give me leave. Here lies the water; good: here stands the man; good: if the man go to this water, and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he goes,-mark you that; but if the water come to him and drown him, he drowns not himseif; argal, he that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life.

Sec. Clo. But is this law?

First Clo. Ay, marry, is't; crowner's quest law.

Sec. Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o' Christian burial. (Standard Version.)

Ham. Looke you, there's another, Horatio. Why mai't not be the scull of some Lawyer?

Me thinkes he should indite that fellow

Of an action of Batterie, for knocking

Him about the pate with's shovel: now where is your
Quirkes and quillets now, your vouchers and
Double vouchers, your leases and free-holde
And tenements? Why that same box will scarce
Hold the conveiance of his land, and must
The honor lie there? O pittifull transformance!
I prithee tell me, Horatio,

Is parchment made of sheep-skinnes?

Hor. I, my lorde, and of calves-skinnes too.

Ham. I'faith they proove themselves sheepe and calves That deale with them or put their trust in them. (Quarto.) Ham. There's another: why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be in 's time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries is this the fine of his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine pate full of fine dirt? will his Vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in this box; and must the inheritor himself have no more, ha?

Hor. Not a jot more, my lord.

Ham. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins?
Hor. Ay, my lord, and of calf-skins too.

Ham. They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that.

(Standard Version.)

Ham. An earnest conjuration from the king,

As England was his faithful tributary,

As love between them like the palm might flourish,
As peace should still her wheaten garland wear

And stand a comma 'tween their amities,
And many such-like 'As'es of great charge,
That, on the view and knowing of these contents,
Without debatement further, more or less,

He should the bearers put to sudden death,
Not shriving-time allow'd.

Hor.

How was this seal'd?

Ham. Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.

I had my father's signet in my purse,

Which was the model of that Danish seal;
Folded the writ up in form of the other,

Subscribed it, gave't the impression, placed it safely,
The changeling never known.

Hor. No, I am more an antike Roman
Than a Dane; here is some poison left.

(Not in Quarto.)

Ham. Upon my love I charge thee let it goe.
O fic, Horatio, and if thou shoulds't die
What a scandale woulds't thou leave behind;
What tongue should tell the story of our deaths,
If not from thee.

(Quarto.)
Ham. Had I but time-as this fell sergeant, Death,
Is strict in his arrest-0, I could tell you-
But let it be. Horatio, I am dead;

Thou livest; report me and my cause aright
To the unsatisfied.

Hor.

Never believe it;

I am more an antique Roman than a Dane;

Here is yet some liquor left.

Нат.

As thou'rt a man,

Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't.

O good Horatio, what a wounded name,

Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!

If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,

Absent thee from felicity awhile,

And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,

To tell my story.

(Standard Version.)