As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Re-enter Ghost. I'll cross it, though it. blast me.-Stay, illusion! If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, Speak to me : If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do ease, and grace to me, If thou art privy to thy country's fate, Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, [Cock crows. Speak of it :-stay, and speak.-Stop it, Mar cellus. Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan? Ber. Hor. Mar. 'Tis gone? "Tis here! "Tis here! [Exit Ghost. We do it wrong, being so majestical, And our vain blows malicious mockery. Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew. Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill: Break we our watch up; and, by my advice, Let us impart what we have seen to-night Unto young Hamlet: for upon my life, This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him : Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? Mar. Let's do't, I pray and I this morning know Where we shall find him most conveniently. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. A Room of State in the Castle. Enter the KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, and Lords Attendant. King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green; and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, In equal scale weighing delight and dole,- Holding a weak supposal of our worth; To our most valiant brother.-So much for him. Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting. To business with the king, more than the scope Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty. Cor., Vol. In that, and all things, will we show our duty. King. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell. [Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS. And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? You told us of some suit: what is't, Laertes ? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane, And lose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? Laer. Dread my lord, Your leave and favour to return to France; From whence though willingly I came to Den mark, To show my duty in your coronation; Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again towards France, And bow them to pardon. your gracious leave and King. Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius? Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my By laboursome petition; and, at last, King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be And thy best graces spend it at thy will! than kind. King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i' the sun. Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nightly colour off, And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust: Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. Ham. Ay, madam, it is common. Why seems it so particular with thee? seems. If it be, I know not 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, |