Page 354 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

ATTENDANT

Gentlemen!

HORATIO
Good my lord, be quiet. [260]

HAMLET
Why, I will fight with him upon this theme
Until my eyelids will no longer wag.

QUEEN
O my son, what theme?

HAMLET

I lov’d Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers
Could not with all their quantity of love [265]
Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?

KING
O, he is mad, Laertes.

QUEEN
For love of God forbear him.

HAMLET
’Swounds, show me what thou’t do.

Woo’t weep, woo’t fight, woo’t fast, woo’t tear thyself, [270]
Woo’t drink up eisel, eat a crocodile?
I’ll do’t. Dost 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 [275]
Milions of acres on us, tin our ground,
Singeing his pate against the burning zone,

Make Ossa like a wart. Nay, and thou’lt mouth,
I’ll rant as well as thou.