By laboursome petition; and, at last, King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, And thy best graces; spend it at thy will. But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind. King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Ham. Not so, my lord: I am too much i'the sun. Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids, Seek for thy noble father in the dust: Thou know'st, 'tis common; all, that live, must die, Passing through nature to eternity. Ham. Ay, madam, it is common. Queen. If it be, Why seems it so particular with thee? Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, To give these mourning duties to your father: To do obsequious sorrow: But to persevere Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief: We pray you, throw to earth This unprevailing woe; and think of us I pray thee, stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. Exeunt all Ham. Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Seem to me all the uses of this world! Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, By what it fed on: And yet, within a month,- C A little month; or ere those shoes were old, She married with my uncle, My father's brother:-but no more like my father, It is not, nor it cannot come to, good; But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue! Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO. 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 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, J 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; 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. meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.'Would I had met my dearest foe in Heaven, Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio !— My lord? 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 Heaven's love, let me hear. Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, In the dead waste and middle of the night, Appears before them, and, with solemn march, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distill'd Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me And I with them, the third night, kept the watch: Form of the thing, each word made true and good, The apparition comes. 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 But, even then, the morning cock crew loud; Ham. 'Tis very strange. Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to-night? Mar. We do, my lord. Ham. Arm'd, say you? Mar. Arm'd, my lord. Ham. From top to toe? Mar. 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 anger. Ham. 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. Hor. It would have much amaz'd you. Ham. Very like, Very like --Stay'd it long? Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Mar. Longer, longer. Hor. Not when I saw it. Ham. His beard was grizzled? no?- Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silvér❜d. |