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Hor. That can I; At least, the whisper goes fo. Our last King, Whose image but even now appeared to us, Was, as you know, by Fontinbras of Norway, (Thereto prick'd on by a moit emulate pride) Dar'd to the fight : in which our valiant Hamlet, (For so this side of our known world esteemed him) Did flay this Fortinbras ; who by sealed compact, Well ratified by law and heraldry, Did forfeit (with his life) all those his lands, Which he stood feised of, to the conqueror : Against the which, a moiety competent Was gaged by our king; which had returned To the inheritance of Fortinbras, Had he been vanquisher : as by that covenant, And carriage of the articles deligned, His fell to Hamlet. Now young Fortinbras, Of unimproved mettle hot and full, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, Shark?d up a list of landless resolutes, For food and diet, to some enterprize 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 compulfative, thole foresaid lands So by his father loft: 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 fo :
Hor. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
stood tenantless: the sheeted dead
Enter Ghoft again.
[Spreading his arms.
Mar. Shall I strike it with my partizan ?
(2) And prologue to the omen coming on.) But prologue and emen are merely synonymous here, and mult' fignify one and the fame thing. But the Poet means, that these strange phænomena are prologues and forerunners of the events presaged by them; and such sense the flight alteration which I have ventured to make by a single letter added, very aptly gives.
Mar. 'Tis gone,
Ber. 'Tis here....
Ber. It was about to speak when the cock crew.
Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it,
you consent we thall acquaint him with it, As needful in our loves, fitting our duty ? Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning
know Where we shall find him most conveniently. [Exe. VOL. XII.
SCENE changes to the Palace. Enter CLAUDIU's King of Denmark, GERTRUDE the
Queen, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and attendants.
King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's The memory be green, and that it fitted [death To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe; Yet so far hath Discretion fought with Nature, That we with wiseft forrow think on him, Together with remembrance of ourfelves.
Therefore our sometime fifter, now our Queen, Th’imperial jointress of this warlike state, Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy, With one auspicious, and one dropping eye, With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole, Taken to wife.---Nor have we herein barred Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone With this affair along : (for all our thanks. Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, Holding a weak supposal of our worth; Or thinking by our late dear brother's death Our state to be disjointed and out of frame; Colleagued with this dream
Jerantage He hath not failer Importing the Loft Lars ΤονNo.
His further gate herein ; in that the levies,
[Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius.And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? You told us of some suit. What is’t, Laertes? You eannot speak of reason to the Dane, And lose
voice. What would'st thou beg, Laertes, That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? The head is not more native to the heart, The hand more inftrumental to the mouth, Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. What would'ít thou have, Laertes?
Laer. My dread Lord, Your leave and favour to return to France; From whence, though willingly I came to Denmark, To lhew my duty in your coronation;
it confess, that duty done, Myt" I wishes bend again towards France, And
to your gracious leave and pardona 1
you your father's leave? what says: s? 1, my Lord, by laboursome petition, ne my flow leave; and, at the lait,
I fealed my hard consent. you give him leave to go.