Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me And I with them, the third night, kept the watch: These hands are not more like. 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 Itself to motion, like as it would speak: But, even then, the morning cock crew loud; 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? Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. Ham. What, look'd he frowningly? Very like, Hor. It would have much amaz'd you. Very like: Stay'd it long? Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Mar. & Ber. Longer, longer. Hor. Not when I saw it. Ham. His beard was grizzl'd? no? Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, gape, Ham. If it assume my noble father's person, C All. Our duty to your honour. Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: Farewel. [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; farewel: And, sister, as the winds give benefit, And convoy is assistant, do not sleep, But let me hear from you. 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, sweet, not lasting, Oph. No more but so? Laer. Think it no more: For nature, crescent, does not grow alone Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now; And now no soil, nor cautel, doth besmirch Carve for himself; for on his choice depends you, It fits your wisdom so far to believe it, As he in his particular act and place May give his saying deed; which is no further, Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain, If with too credent ear you list his songs; Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open To his unmaster'd importunity. Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister; And keep you in the rear of Out of the shot and danger of desire. Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep As watchman to my heart: But, good my brother, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Laer. O, fear me not. I stay too long;-But here my father comes. Enter Polonius. A double blessing is a double grace; Occasion smiles upon a second leave. Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame; The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are staid for: There, my blessing with you; [Laying his hand on Laertes' head. And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou charácter. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee. Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judg ment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, |