An earnest conjuration from the king,
As England was his faithful tributary,
As love between them like the
palm might flourish,
As peace should stiff her wheaten garland wear
And stand a comma 'tween their
And many such-like 'As'es of great charge,
That, on the view and knowing of these contents,
debatement further, more or less,
He should the bearers put to sudden death,
Not shriving-time allow'd.
How was this seal'd?
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
The changeling never known. Now, the next day
Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent
So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.
Why, man, they did make love to this employment;
They are not near my conscience; their defeat
by their own insinuation grow:
'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
Between the pass and fell
Of mighty opposites.
Why, what a king is this!
Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon
He that hath kill'd my king and whored my mother,
in between the election and my hopes,
Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
And with such cozenageis't
not perfect conscience,
To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd,
To let this canker of our nature
In further evil?
It must be shortly known to him from England
What is the issue of the business there.
It will be short: the interim is mine;
And a man's life's no more than to say 'One.'
But I am very sorry, good
That to Laertes I forgot myself;
For, by the image of my cause, I see
The portraiture of his: I'll
court his favours.
But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me
Into a towering passion.
Peace! who comes here?
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