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, Would have mourn'd longer,—married with mine uncle, My father's brother; but no more like my father, 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 ser vant ever. Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus? Mar. My good lord,— Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even, But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? 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, fellowstudent; 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 baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. 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 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, Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Form of the thing, each word made true and good, The apparition comes: I knew your father; 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 : 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 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 Ham. anger. Hor. Nay, very pale. Pale, or red? And fix'd his eyes upon you? Hor. Most constantly. Ham. I would I had been there. Hor. It would have much amazed you. Ham. Very like, very like.-Stay'd it long? Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Mar., Ber. Longer, longer. Hor. Not when I saw it. Ham. His beard was grizzly? 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. I warrant you it will. ye well: Give it an understanding, but no tongue; All. 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. [Exit. 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 trifling of his favours, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood; A violet in the youth of primy nature, Oph. Laer. No more but so? Think it no more : For nature, crescent, does not grow alone Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now; |