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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 follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears ;-why she, even she,O heaven ! a beast, that wants discourse of
reason, Would have mour'd longer,-married with
I am glad to see you well :
vant ever. Ham. Sir, my good friend ; I'll change that
name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Ho
ratio ?Marcellus ?
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
Hor. O, where, my lord ?
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.
The king my father !
Ham. For heaven's love, let me hear.
Hor. Two nights together had these gentle
men, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead vast and middle of the night, Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your
father, Arm'd at all points, 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-surprised eyes, Within his truncheon's length ; whilst they,
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. Ham.
'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
Hold you the watch to-night?
We do, my lord.
Arm’d, my lord. Ham.
From top to toe? All. My lord, from head to foot. Ham. Then saw you not his face ? Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. Ham. What, look'd he frowningly? Hor. A countenance more in sorrow than in
Pale, or red ? Hor. Nay, very pale. Ham.
And fix'd his eyes upon you ? Hor. Most constantly. Ham.
I would I had been there.
tell a hundred.
His beard was grizzly? no.
I will watch to-night ;
I warrant you it will.
Give it an understanding, but no tongue ;
I'll visit you.
Our duty to your honour. Ham. Your love, as mine to you : farewell.
(Exeunt Hor., MAR., and Ber. 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's 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
Oph. No more but so ?
Think it no more :