Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO. Hor. Hail to your lordship! Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? - Mar. My good lord, Ham. I am very glad to see you. [To BER.] Good even, sir. But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart. I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Hor. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon. Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Ere I had ever seen that day,. Horatio! My father, methinks, I see my father. Hor. Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Hor. I saw him once: he was a goodly king. Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Hor. My lord, the King your father. Ham. The King my father! Hor. Season your admiration for a while Ham. For God's love, let me hear. Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead vast and middle of the night, Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me And I with them 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. But answer made it none; yet once, methought, It lifted up it head, and did address It self 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 me. Hold you the watch to-night? 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. Most constantly. I would I had been there. Hor. It would have much amaz'd you. Ham. Very like. Stay'd it long? Very like, Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd. Ham. I'll watch to-night; perchance, 'twill walk again. Hor. I warrant you it will. Ham. If it assume my noble father's person, All. Our duties to your honour. Ham. Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell. [Exeunt HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BER NARDO. 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' House. Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA. Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell: But let me hear from you. Ophelia. Do you doubt that? Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, 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 you, It fits your wisdom so far to believe it, As he in his peculiar sect and place May give his saying deed; which is no farther, Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open Fear it, Ophelia; fear it, my dear sister; Out of the shot and danger of desire. |