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Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is ; I know not

seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of folemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shews of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which pafleth shew; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe. King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your na.

ture, Hamlet, To give these mourning duties to your father : But, you must know, your father loft a father; That father loft, lost his; and the survivor bound In filial obligation for some term To do obfequious forrow : But to persevere In obstinate condolement, is a course Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief: It shews a will most incorrect to heaven ; A heart unfortify'd, or mind impatient; An understanding simple, and unschool'd : For what, we know, must be, and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sense, Why should we, in our peevith opposition, Take it to heart > Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd, whose common theme Is death of fathers, and who still have cry'd, From the first corse, 'till he that died to-day, This must be so. We pray you, throw to earth This unprevailing woe, and think of us

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As of a father : for, let the world take note,
You are the most immediate to our throne!
And, with no lefs nobility of love

Than that which deareft father bears his son, | Do I impart toward you. For your intent

In going back to school in Wittenberg,
It is most retrograde to our desire :
And, we beseech

you,

bend Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye, Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our fon. Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers,

Hamlet; 1 pray thee, stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam.

King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply; Be as ourself in Denmark.–Madam, come ; This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart : in grace whereof, No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day, But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell; And the king's rouze the heaven shall bruit again, Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come,away.[Exeunt.

Manent HAMLET. Ham. O, that this too, too folid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His cannon 'gainst self-Naughter ! O God ! O God! How weary, ftale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That

grows to feed; things rank,and gross in nature. Poffels it merely. That it should come to this ! But two months dead!--nay, not so much, not two: B

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So excellent a king: that was to this,
Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother,
That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
Muit I remember? why, she would hang on him,
As if encrease 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 mourn'd longer,-marry'd 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 fluihing in her gauled eyes,
She marry'd..0 most wicked speed, to poft
With such dexterity to incestuous Theets!
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 anyself?

Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor

servan

ever.

Ham. Sir, my good friend ; I'll change that nam

with you.

And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?Marcellus ?

Mar

Mar. My good lord,-
Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even, fir.
But what in faith, make you from Wittenberg!
Hor. A truant difpofition, good my lord.

Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so ;
Nor shall you do mine ear that violence.
To make it truiter of your own report
Against yourself: I know you are no truant.
But what is your affair in Elfineur
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-itudent.
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

meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my deareft foe in heaven,
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio !-
My father;---methinks, I see my father.

Hor. O where my lord ?
Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio.
Hor. I faw 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.
Hom. 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.

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Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead waste and middle of the night, Been thus encountered. A figure like your father, Arm'd at all points, exactly, cap-á-pé, Appears before them, and, with solemn march, Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk’d, By their opprest and fear-surprized eyes, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb and speak not to him.

This to me
In dreadful secresy impart they did ;
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.

Ham. But where was this?
Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we
Ham. Did you not speak to it ? [watch'd.

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 found it shrunk in haste away,
And vanish'd from our fight.
Ham. 'i is 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, firs, but this troubles mes Hold you the watch to-night? All. We do, my lord.

Ham.

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