[Footnote 10: This stage-direction is not in the _Quarto_.

Here the _1st Quarto_ has:--

_Lear_. Forbeare the earth a while: sister farewell:
_Leartes leapes into the graue._
Now powre your earth on _Olympus_ hie,
And make a hill to o're top olde _Pellon_:
_Hamlet leapes in after Leartes_
Whats he that coniures so?

_Ham_. Beholde tis I, _Hamlet_ the Dane.]

[Footnote 11: The whole speech is bravado--the frothy grief of a weak,
excitable effusive nature.]

[Footnote 12: He can remain apart no longer, and approaches the
company.]

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Coniure the wandring Starres, and makes them stand [Sidenote: Coniues]
Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,
_Hamlet_ the Dane.[1]

_Laer_. The deuill take thy soule.[2]

_Ham_. Thou prai'st not well,
I prythee take thy fingers from my throat;[3]
Sir though I am not Spleenatiue, and rash,
[Sidenote: For though | spleenatiue rash,]
Yet haue I something in me dangerous, [Sidenote: in me something]
Which let thy wisenesse feare. Away thy hand.
[Sidenote: wisedome feare; hold off they]

_King_. Pluck them asunder.

_Qu. Hamlet, Hamlet_. [Sidenote: _All_. Gentlemen.]

_Gen_. Good my Lord be quiet. [Sidenote: _Hora_. Good]

_Ham_. Why I will fight with him vppon this Theme,
Vntill my eielids will no longer wag.[4]

_Qu_. Oh my Sonne, what Theame?

_Ham_. I lou'd _Ophelia_[5]; fortie thousand Brothers
Could not (with all there quantitie of Loue)
Make vp my summe. What wilt thou do for her?[6]

_King_. Oh he is mad _Laertes_.[7]

_Qu_. For loue of God forbeare him.

_Ham_. Come show me what thou'lt doe.
[Sidenote: _Ham_ S'wounds shew | th'owt fight,
woo't fast, woo't teare]
Woo't weepe? Woo't fight? Woo't teare thy selfe?
Woo't drinke vp _Esile_, eate a Crocodile?[6]
Ile doo't. Dost thou come heere to whine; [Sidenote: doost come]
To outface me with leaping in her Graue?
Be[8] buried quicke with her, and so will I.
And if thou prate of Mountaines; let them throw
Millions of Akers on vs; till our ground
Sindging his pate against the burning Zone,
[Sidenote: 262] Make _Ossa_ like a wart. Nay, and thoul't mouth,
Ile rant as well as thou.[9]

[Footnote 1: This fine speech is yet spoken in the character of madman,
which Hamlet pu