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Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on: And yet, within a month,
Let me not think on't ;- Frailty, thy name is woman !---
A little month; or ere those shoes were old,
With which she followd my poor father's body,
Like Niobe, all tears ;---why she, even she ---
O heaven ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
Would have mourn'd longer,-married with my uncle,
My father's brother ; but no more like my father,
Than I to Hercules : Within a month;
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She married :-0 most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets !
It is not, nor it cannot come to, good;
But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue !
Enter Horatio, BernARDO, and MARCELLUS. Hor. Hail to your lordship!
Ham. I am glad to see you well: Horatio, -or I do forget myself.
Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. Hum. Sir, my good friend ; I'll change that name
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ?-
Mar. My good lord,
Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even, sir.-
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg:
Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.
Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so ;
Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
To make it truster of your own report
Against yourself: I know, you are no truant.
But what is your affair in Elsinore?
We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart.
Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student; I think, it was to see my mother's wedding.
Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.
Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
'Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio !-
My father,—Methinks, I see my father.
My lord ?
Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio.
Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king.
Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
Ham. Saw! who?
Hor. My lord, the king your father.
Ham. The king my father!
- Hor. Season your admiration for a while
With an attent ear; till I may deliver,
Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
This marvel to you.
Ham. For God's love, let me hear.
Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen,
In the dead waist and middle of the night,
Been thus encounter’d. A figure like your father,
Armed at point, exactly, cap-à-pé,
Appears before them, and, with solemn march,
Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk’d,
By their oppress’d and fear surprized eyes,
Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distilld
Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me
In dreadful secrecy impart they did;
And I with thein the third night kept the watch:
Where, as they had deliver’d, both in time,
Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
The apparition comes: I knew your father;
These hands are not more like.
Ham. But where was this?
Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we watch’d.
Ham. Did you not speak to it?
Hor. My lord, I did;
But answer made it none: yet once, methought,
It lifted up its head, and did address
Itself to motion, like as it would speak: .
But, even then, the morning cock crew loud ;
And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
And vanish'd from our sight.
Hum. 'Tis very strange.
Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;
And we did think it writ down in our duty,
To let you know of it.
Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me;
Hold you the watch to-night?.
All. We do, my lord.
Ham. Arın'd, say you ?
AN. Arm'd, my lord.
Ham. From top to toe ?
All. My lord, from head to foot.
Ham. Then saw you not
Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.
Ham. Wbat, look'd he frowningly ?
Hor. A countenance more
In sorrow than in anger.
Ham. Pale, or red ?
Hur. Nay, very pale.
Ham. And fix'd his eyes upon you ?
Hor. Most constantly.
Ham. I would, I had been there.
Hor. It would have much amaz’d you.
Ham. Very like,
Very like : Stay'd it long?
Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a
Mar. Ber. Longer, longer.
Hor. Not when I saw it.
Ham. His beard was grizzld ? no?
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
A sable silver'd.
Ham. I will watch to-night; Perchance, 'twill walk again.
Hor. I warrant, it will.
Ham. If it assume my noble father's person, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
If you have bitherto conceal'd this sight,
Let it be tenable in your silence still ;
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue;
I will requite your loves : So, fare you well :
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
I'll visit you.
All. Our duty to your honour.
Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: Farewell.
[Exeunt Horatio, Marcellus, and BERNARDO.
My father's spirit in arms ! all is not well;
I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were come !
Till then sit still, my soul: Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
SCENE III.--A room in Polonius' house.
Enter Laertes and Ophelia.
Laer. My necessaries are embark’d; farewell:
And, sister, as the winds give benefit,
And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
But let me hear from you.
Oph. Do you doubt that?
Laer. For Hamlet, and the trilling of his favour,
Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute;