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We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart.
Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
Ham. I pr’ythee 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 meats
Hor. Oh where, my lord ?
Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all,
Hor. My lord, I think, I saw him yesternight.
Ham. For heaven's love, let me hear.
Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead waste and middle of the night, Been thus encountred: A figure like your father, Arm'd at all points exa&ly, Cap-à-pe, Appears before them, and with solemn march Goes flow and stately by them; thrice he walk'd, By their opprest and fear-surprised eyes, Within this truncheon's length; whilst they (distillid Almost to jelly * with th' effect of fear) Stand dumb, and speak not to him.
This to me
-with the ad of fear] Shakespear could never write so improperly as to call the Passion of Fear, the A&t of Fear. Without doubt the true Reading is, -with th' effe& of fear.
In dreadful secrecy-impart they did,
Ham. But where was this?
Hor. My lord, I did;
up its head, and did address
Ham. 'Tis very strange.
Hor. As I do live, iny honour'd lord, 'tis true ;
Ham. Indeed, indeed, Sirs, but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to-night?
Both. We do, my lord. Harr. Arm'd, say you? Both., Arm'd, my lord. Ham. From top to toe ? Both. My lord, from head to foot. Ham. Then saw you not his face ? Hor. Oh, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. Ham. What, look'd he frowningly ? Hor. A count'nance more in sorrow than in anger. Ham. Pale, or red ? : Hor. Nay, very pale. Ham. And fixt his eyes upon you? Hor. Moft constantly. Ham. I would I had been there! Hor. It would have much amaz'd you. Ham. Very like; ftaid it long?
Hor. While one with moderate hafte might tell a
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
Ham. If it aflume my noble father's person,
you have hitherto conceal'd this fight,
your silence ftill :
[Exit. * His beard was grisly?] The old Quarto reads,
His Beard was grill'd ? no. And this is right. A noble Mode of Interrogation in Hamlet's Circumstances.
† Let it be treble in your silence still :] If treble be right, in propricty it should be read,
Let it be treble in your filence now.
Let it be Tonable in your filence ftill.
S CE NE V.
Enter Laertes and Ophelia.
And, fister, as the winds give benefit,
Oph. 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, Forward, not permanent, tho sweet, not lasting; The perfume, and suppliance of a minute; No more
Oph. No more but so?
Laer. Think it no more:
And now no soil of cautel doth besmerch
* And now no foil, nor cautel,] From cautela, which fignifies only a prudent Foresighi or Caution; but, palling thro’ French Hands, it lost its Innocence, and now fignifies Fraud, Daceit. But I believe Shakespear wrote, And now no soil of cautel
Than the main voice of Denmark
Oph. I shall th' effects of this good lesson keep,
S CE N E VI.
father comes :
Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard for Mame;
* Whilft, like a puft and careless libertine,] This Reading gives us a Sense to this Effe&, Do not you be like an ungracious Preacher, who is like a careless Libertine. The old Quarto reads Whiles a puft and reckless Libertine, which direås us to the right Reading, Whilst he a
Warb. puft and reckless Libertine.