Against yourself. I know you are no truant ; We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart. Hor. My Lord, I came to fee your father's funeral. Ham. I pr'ythee do not mock me, fellow ftudent; I think it was to fee my mother's wedding. Hor. Indeed, my Lord, it follow'd hard upon. Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio; the funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage-tables. Would I had met my dearest fee in heaven, Or ever I had feen that day, Horatio!. My father methinks, I fee my father. Her. Oh where, my Lord? Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Hor. I faw him once, he was a goodly King. Hor. My Lord, I think I faw him yefternight. Hor. My Lord, the King your father. Hor. Seafon your admiration but awhile, Ham. For heaven's love, let me hear. Hor. Two nights together had thefe gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead vaft and middle of the night Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, . Appears before them, and with foleman march Within his truncheon's length; whilft they, diftill'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 The apparition comes. I knew your father: Thefe hands are not more like. Ham. But where was this? Mar. My Lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. Hor. My Lord, I did; But answer made it none; yet once, methought, It lifted up its head, and did addrefs 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? Both. We do, my Lord. Ham. Arm'd, fay you Both. Arm'd, my Lord. Ham. From top to toe? Both. My Lord, from head to foot. Ham. Then faw you not his face? Hor. Oh, yes, my Lord, he wore his beaver up. Hor. A countenance more in forrow than in anger. Hor. Nay, very pale, Ham. And fix'd his eyes upon you? Hor, Moft conftantly. Ham. I would I had been there! Hor. It would have much amaz'd you. Ham. Very like. Staid it long? Hor. While one with moderate hafte might tell a hundred. Both. Longer, longer. Hor. Not when I faw 't. Ham. His beard was grifly? Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A fable filver'd. Ham. I'll watch to-night; perchance 'twill walk again. Her. Hor. I warrant you it will. Ham. If it affume my noble father's perfon, All. Our duty to your Honour. Ham. Your loves, as mine to you. Farewel. My father's fpirit in arms! all is not well. [Exeunt. I doubt fome foul-play. Would the night were come! Till then fit ftill, my foul. Foul deeds will rife, Though all the earth o'erwhelm'd them to men's eyes. [Exit. No. XXX.-HAMLET. ACT II. SCENE III. An Apartment in Polonius's Houfe. Enter Laertes and Ophelia. LAERTES. My neceffaries are embarked. Farewel. And, fifter, as the winds give benefit, And convoy is affiftant, do not fleep, 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; though fweet, not lasting: No more. Oph. No more but so ? Letr Laer. Think it no more; For nature, crefcent, does not grow alone May give his faying deed; which is no further Fear it, Ophelia; fear it, my dear fifter; Oph. I fhall the effects of this good leffon keep, Shew me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Himfelf Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, Laer. Oh, fear me not. Enter Polonius. I ftay too long;-but here my father comes: Occafion fmiles upon a fecond leave. Pol. Yet here, Laertes! Aboard, aboard, for shame; The wind fits in the fhoulder of your fail, And you are staid for. There ; My bleffing with you; [Laying his hand on Laertes's head. And these few precepts in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar : Take each man's cenfure; but referve thy judgment. But not exprefs'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy: Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my Lord. What I have said. Oph. "Tis in my memory lock'd, And |