You told us of some suit; what is 't, Laertes? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane, waste you And lose your voice; what wouldst thou beg, Laertes, That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? related The head is not more native to the heart, The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Laertes. Dread my lord, 50 Your leave and favour to return to France; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, your favoua" To show my duty in your coronation, Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France percussion And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. J.M. King. Have you your father's leave?-What says Polo- 60 be thine, Polonius. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave Thou know'st 't is common; all that lives must die, Hamlet. Ay, madam, it is common. 70 Queen. Why seems it so particular with thee? If it be, Hamlet. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not 'seems.' 'T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, eye, 80 Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, outward behavior, of For they are actions that a man might play: King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Ham let, To give these mourning duties to your father: acts of reverence. That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever Sorrow unchashaed, Of impious stubbornness; 't is unmanly grief; 90 Take it to heart? Fie! 't is a fault to heaven, 'This must be so.' We pray you, throw to earth As of a father; for let the world take note, witht Seperti And we beseech you, bend you to remain in Lovisations 120 resound, body, [Exeunt all but Hamlet. Hamlet. O that this too, too solid flesh would melt, "resolve Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd 130 His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! danes Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on 't! O fie! 't is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature absolutely Possess it merely. That it should come to this! "merely cheated our lives": "you But two months dead! nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother 140 the ceas faculty. ་ conversation to that which mus says mbells, bale, (4) (3) Me art of speaking, as reasoning thought reflection. Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! By what it fed on; and yet, within a month 150 Let me not think on 't-Frailty, thy name is woman!— Ceased & Froduce ud. ress. Enter HORATIo, Marcellus, and BERNARDO. Horatio,—or I do forget myself. I am glad to see you well: 161 Horatio. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. frund, I'll cal And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?— your freed Marcellus? Marcellus. My good lord— Hamlet. I am very glad to see you.-[To Bernardo.] Good even, sir.— But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? what an To make it truster of your own report Against yourself; I know you are no truant. We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Horatio. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Hamlet. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. in a state of 18 dueso, хоровашего, Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven "My failer Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio ! dea My father!—methinks I see my father. qualify Hamlet. deant is word they thing that affect a nean dyrecally to disgen ibly is a great degrees In my mind's eye, Horatio. Horatio. I saw him once; he was a goodly king. Horatio. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Horatio. My lord, the king your father. Hamlet. 190 The king my father! Horatio. Season your admiration for a while restrain your!. cause Upon the witness of these gentlemen, relate This marvel to you. Hamlet. Cafà fud Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe, Appears before them, and with solemn march : |