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The head is not more native to the heart,
Dread my lord,
From whence though willingly I came to Denmark,
Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France,
King. Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius! Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave By laboursome petition; and, at last,
Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:
I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
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. [Aside. 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 vailèd lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
Thou know'st 'tis common,-all that lives must die,
Ham. Ay, madam, it is common.
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,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath,
Together with all forms, modes,(7) shows of grief,
That can denote me truly: these, indeed, seem,
For they are actions that a man might play:
King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
To do obsequious sorrow: but to perséver
Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief:
Than that which dearest father bears his son,
Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:
Be as ourself in Denmark.-Madam, come;
Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
This marvel to you.
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,
Appears before them, and with solemn march
Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distill'd (9)
Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me
In dreadful secrecy impart they did;
And I with them the third night kept the watch:
Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
These hands are not more like.
But where was this?
Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
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 vanish'd from our sight.
'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?
We do, my lord.
Ham. Arm'd, say you?
Ham. From top to toe?
My lord, from head to foot.
Ham. Then saw you not his face?
Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.
Hor. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Hor. Nay, very pale.
Hor. Most constantly.
And fix'd his eyes upon you?
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 hun
Mar. Ber. Longer, longer.
Hor. Not when I saw 't.
His beard was grizzled,-no?
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
I warrant it will.
Perchance 'twill walk again.
Our duty to your honour.
Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.
[Exeunt Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo.
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:
And, sister, as the winds give benefit,
And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
But let me hear from you.
Do you doubt that?
Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour,
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Oph. No more but so?
Think it no more:
For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
Unto the voice and yielding of that body,
Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
As he in his particular act and place (12)
May give his saying deed; which is no further
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.