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MORS.
Chap. XXXIX.
vendel, father of Hamlet, and his brother Fengo. For
many years they hved in amity, resting alternately, each
for the space of three years, while the other went on a
pirate expedition. When Fengo witnessed his brother
return laden with spoils, and the joy of his wife Geruthe,
Fengo’s heart burned with jealousy; he determined
to remain at home, and get possession not only of his
brother’s wealth, but also of his wife. Pretending that
Geruthe is ill treated by her husband, Fengo slays his
brother. After their marriage Amleth, fearing for his
life, feigns madness. He rolls about in the mud, and
replies in a ridiculous manner to the questions put to
him. The king, suspicious, endeavours by means of a
woman’s art to draw the truth from him. Amleth, on
his guard, that day indulges in unheard-of vagaries.
He rides out in the forest with his face towards the
horse’s tail, pretends to mistake a wolf for a horse, and
wishes Fengo had many such chargers. Now comes
the story of Polonius. Fengo absents himself, and gives
orders to a confidant to watch the movements of Amleth,
and conceal himself in the room when he is alone with
his mother. Amleth, who has his wits about him, before
entering into conversation with his mother, runs, as was
his habit, round the room, flapping his arms and
crowing like a cock. Jumping on a heap of straw (in her
Majesty’s bed-room!), he feels something underneath,
runs his sword through, and withdraws the dead body of
the spy. He cuts it into pieces, boils it, and gives it
to the pigs. Then turning to his mother, who was
weeping over his madness, he addresses her the most
violent reproaches : “ If you will grieve, weep not over
my madness, but over your own shame and dishonour.”
Fengo, after the disappearance of his counsellor, feels
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