Against yourself. I know you are no truant ;
But what is your affair in Elfinoor?

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.
Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all,
I fhall not look upon his like again.

Hor. My Lord, I think I faw him yefternight.
Ham. Saw! whom?-

Hor. My Lord, the King your father.
Ham. The king my father!

Hor. Seafon your admiration but awhile,
With an attentive ear; till I deliver,
Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
This marvel to you.

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, .
Arm'd at all points exactly, cap à pie,

Appears before them, and with foleman march
Goes flow and stately by them; thrice he walk'd
By their opprefs'd and fear-furprised eyes,

Within his truncheon's length; whilft they, diftill'd
Almoft to jelly with the act of fear,

Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me
In dreadful fecrecy impart they did,

And I with them the third night kept the watch;
Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,

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.
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 addrefs

Itself to motion, like as it would speak:

But even then the morning cock crew loud;
And at the found it shrunk in haste away,
And vanish'd from our fight.

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.
Ham. What, look'd he frowningly?

Hor. A countenance more in forrow than in anger.
Ham. Pale, or red?

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,
I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
If you have hitherto conceal'd this fight,
Let it be treble in your filence ftill:
And whatfoever fhall befall to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue;
I will requite your loves: fo fare you well.
Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve
I'll vifit you.

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:
The perfume and fuppliance of a minute;

No more.

Oph. No more but so ?

Letr

Laer. Think it no more;

For nature, crefcent, does not grow alone
In thews and bulk; but, as this temple waxes,
The inward fervice of the mind and foul
Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now;
And now no foil, nor cautel, doth befmerch
The virtue of his will: but you must fear,
His greatnefs weigh'd, his will is not his own;
For he himself is fubject to his birth:
He may not, as unvalued perfons do,
Carve for himself; for on his choice depend
The fanity and health of the whole ftate:
And therefore must his choice be circumfcrib'd
Unto the voice and yielding of that body,
Whereof he's head. Then, if he fays he loves you,
It fits your wisdom fo far to believe it,
As he in his peculiar act and place

May give his faying deed; which is no further
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
Then weigh what lofs your honour may fuftain,
If with too credent ear you lift his fongs;
Or lofe your heart, or your chafte treasure open
To his unmafter'd importunity.

Fear it, Ophelia; fear it, my dear fifter;
And keep within the rear of your affection,
Out of the fhot and danger of defire.
The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
If the unmask her beauty to the moon:
Virtue itself 'fcapes not calumnious ftrokes;
The canker galls the infants of the fpring,
Too oft before their buttons be difclos'd;
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blaftments are moft imminent.
Be wary then; beft fafety lies in fear;
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.

Oph. I fhall the effects of this good leffon keep,
As watchmen to my heart. But, good my brother,
Do not, as fome ungracious paftors do,

Shew me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
Whilft, like a puff'd and careless libertine,"

Himfelf

Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own read.

Laer. Oh, fear me not.

Enter Polonius.

I ftay too long;-but here my father comes:
A double bleffing is a double grace:

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,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act :

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar :
The friends thou haft, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy foul with hooks of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear 't, that the oppofer may beware of thee.
Give every man thine ear; but few thy voice:

Take each man's cenfure; but referve thy judgment.
Coftly thy habit as thy purfe can buy,

But not exprefs'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy:
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are most select and generous, chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft lofes both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all; to thine own felf be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be falfe to any man.
Farewel; my bleffing season this in thee!

Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my Lord.
Pol. The time invites you; go, your fervants tend.
Laer. Farewel, Ophelia, and remember well

What I have said.

Oph. "Tis in my memory lock'd,

And