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For food and diet, to some enterprise
That hath a stomach in 't: which is no other
(As it doth well appear unto our state)
But to recover of us, by strong hand,
And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands
So by his father lost: and this, I take it,
Is the main motive of our preparations ;
The source of this our watch; and the chief

head
Of this post-haste and romage in the land.

Ber. I think it be no other, but even so: Well may it sort, that this portentous figure Comes arméd through our watch; so like the king That was, and is, the question of these wars.

Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye. In the most high and palmy state of Rome,

A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. ***
As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.
And even the like precurse of fierce events
(As harbingers preceding still the fates,
And prologue to the omen coming on)
Have heaven and earth together démonstrated
Unto our climatures and countrymen.-

Re-enter Ghost. But soft; behold! lo, where it comes again! I'll cross it, though it blast me.—Stay, illusion !

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If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,

Scene II.The same. A Room of State in the Speak to me :

same. If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,

Enter the King, Queen, Hamlet, POLONIUS, Speak to me:

LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and If thou art privy to thy country's fate,

Attendants. Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,

King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's O, speak!

death Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life

The memory be green; and that it us befitted Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,

To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, | To be contracted in one brow of woe;

Cock crows. Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, Speak of it: stay, and speak !-Stop it, Mar That we with wisest sorrow think on him, cellus !

Together with remembrance of ourselves. Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan? Therefore, our sometime sister, now our queen, Hor. Do, if it will not stand.

The imperial jointress of this warlike state, Ber. 'Tis here!

Have we, as 't were, with a defeated joy Hor. 'Tis here!

(With one auspicious, and one dropping eye, Mar. 'Tis gone!

[Exit Ghost. With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, We do it wrong, being so majestical,

In equal scale weighing delight and dole), To offer it the show of violence;

Taken to wife: nor have we herein barred For it is, as the air, invulnerable,

Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone And our vain blows malicious mockery. With this affair along :-for all, our thanks. Ber. It was about to speak when the cock Now follows that you know, young Fortinbras, crew.

Holding a weak supposal of our worth, Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death, Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,

Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat He hath not failed to pester us with message, Awake the god of day; and, at his warning, Importing the surrender of those lands Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,

Lost by his father, with all bands of law, The extravagant and erring spirit hies

To our most valiant brother.—So much for him. To his confine: and of the truth herein

Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting. This present object made probation.

Thus much the business is :-We have here writ Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, Of this his nephew's purpose,—to suppress This bird of dawning singeth all night long: His further gait herein; in that the levies, And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The lists, and full proportions, are all made The nights are wholesome; then no planets Out of his subject :-and we here despatch strike,

You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm; For bearers of this greeting to old Norway; So hallowed and so gracious is the time.

Giving to you no further personal power Hor. So have I heard, and do in part be To business with the king, more than the scope lieve it.

Of these dilated articles allow. But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,

Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty. Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill: Cor. In that, and all things, will we shew Break we our watch up; and, by my advice, Vol.s

our duty. Let us impart what we have seen to-night

King. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell. Unto young Hamlet : for, upon my life,

[Exeunt VoLTIMAND and CORNELIUS. This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him. And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, You told us of some suit: what is 't, Laertes ? As needful in our loves, fitting our duty ? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane, Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning And lose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, know

Laertes, Where we shall find him most convenient. That shall not be my offer, not thy asking ?

[Exeunt. The head is not more native to the heart,

leave,

The hand more instrumental to the mouth, In obstinate condolement, is a course
Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. Of impious stubbornness ; 't is unmanly grief:
What wouldst thou have, Laertes?

It shews a will most incorrect to heaven;
Laer. My dread lord,

A heart unfortified, a mind impatient; Your leave and favour to return to France; An understanding simple and unschooled. From whence, though willingly I came to Den For what we know must be, and is as common mark,

As any the most vulgar thing to sense, To shew my duty in your coronation ;

Why should we, in our peevish opposition, Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,

Take it to heart? Fie! 't is a fault to heaven, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, France,

To reason most absurd ; whose common theme And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, King. Have you your father's leave? what says From the first corse till he that died to-day, Polonius?

“This must be so." We pray you, throw to earth Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow This unprevailing woe; and think of us

As of a father: for let the world take note, By laboursome petition; and, at last,

You are the most immediate to our throne; Upon his will I sealed my hard consent :

And with no less nobility of love I do beseech you, give him leave to go.

Than that which dearest father bears his son, King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes ; time be Do I impart towards you.- For your intent thine,

In going back to school in Wittenberg, And thy best graces : spend it at thy will. It is most retrograde to our desire : But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son : And, we beseech you, bend you to remain Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind. Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,

[Aside. Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. King. How is it that the clouds still hang on Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, you?

Hamlet: Ham. Not so, my lord; I am too much i'the I pray thee stay with us; go not to Wittenberg. sun.

Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam. Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, King. Why, 't is a loving and a fair reply; And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.

Be as ourself in Denmark.-Madam, come; Do not for ever, with thy vailéd lids,

This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet Seek for thy noble father in the dust :

Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof, Thou know'st 't is common; all that live must die, No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day, Passing through nature to eternity.

But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell; Ham. Ay, madam, it is common.

And the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit again, Queen. If it be,

Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come, away! Why seems it so particular with thee?

[Exeunt KING, QUEEN, Lords, fc. POLONIUS, Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is ; I know not

and Laertes. seems.

Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, *T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Nor customary suits of solemn black,

Or that the Everlasting had not fixed Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!-O God, O God! No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,

How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,

Seem to me all the uses of this world! Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief, Fie on't, О fie! 't is an unweeded garden, That can denote me truly. These, indeed, seem; That grows to seed ; things rank and gross in For they are actions that a man might play:

nature But I have that within which passeth show; Possess it merely.—That it should come to this! These but the trappings and the suits of woe. But two months dead! nay, not so much, not two: King. 'T is sweet and commendable in your So excellent a king; that was, to this, nature, Hamlet,

Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, To give these mourning duties to your father: 1 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven But, you must know, your father lost a father ; Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound Must I remember?-why, she would hang on him In filial obligation, for some term

As if increase of appetite had grown To do obsequious sorrow: but to perséver By what it fed on: and yet, within a month,

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