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,
Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
What wouldst thou have, Laertes?

Laertes.

Dread my lord,

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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-
nius?

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be thine,
fissibly the
fossibly the which

Polonius. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
By laboursome petition, and at last
Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent;
I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time
And thy best graces spend it at thy will! -
But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,-
Hamlet. [Aside] A little more than kin, and less than
kind. Alise une than were blood sunser, but Energ
King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
Hamlet. Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.
Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
Do not for ever with thy vailed lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

Thou know'st 't is common; all that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.

Hamlet. Ay, madam, it is common.

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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,
No, nor the fruitful river in the

eye,

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Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, outward behavior, of
Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief, beer, "the dejected
countenand."
That can denote me truly; these indeed seem, charge

For they are actions that a man might play:
But I have that within which passeth show ;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Ham

let,

To give these mourning duties to your father: acts of reverence.
But, you must know, your father lost a father;

That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound
In filial obligation for some term

To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever Sorrow
In obstinate condolement is a course

unchashaed,

Of impious stubbornness; 't is unmanly grief;
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,
An understanding simple and unschool'd:
For what we know must be and is as common
As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
Why should we in our peevish opposition alle

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Take it to heart? Fie! 't is a fault to heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd; whose common theme
Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
From the first corse till he that died to-day,

'This must be so.' We pray you, throw to earth
aving This unprevailing woe, and think of us
"It be is not, it prevails not" R. & *J.

As of a father; for let the world take note,
You are the most immediate to our throne,
And with no less nobility of love

witht

Seperti
Theobald read.
pen. Than that which dearest father bears his son
Do I impart toward you. For your intent
In going back to school in Wittenberg,
Clay It is most retrograde to our desire ;
Circhary

And we beseech you, bend you to remain
Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet :
I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.
Hamlet. I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
King. Why, 't is a loving and a fair reply;
Be as ourself in Denmark.—Madam, come;
This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet
Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof,
No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day,
But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,
b. And the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit again,
"The king Respeaking earthly thunder. Come away.

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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

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His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! danes
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable

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
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Could not allow

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(3) Me art of speaking, as reasoning thought reflection.

Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown

By what it fed on; and yet, within a month

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Let me not think on 't-Frailty, thy name is woman!—
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
Like Niobe, all tears,-why she, even she-
O God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
Would have mourn'd longer-married with my uncle,
My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules. Within a month?
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She married. O most wicked speed, to post
queer With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
Othe
It is not, nor it cannot come to good ;-
meng But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

Ceased & Froduce ud. ress.

Enter HORATIo, Marcellus, and BERNARDO.
Horatio. Hail to your lordship!
Hamlet.

Horatio,—or I do forget myself.

I am glad to see you well:

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Horatio. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
Hamlet. Sir, my good friend; I 'll change that name with

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
Horatio. A truant disposition, good my lord. way from
Hamlet. I would not hear your enemy say so,
Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,

To make it truster of your own report

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

We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.

Horatio. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
Hamlet. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;

I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
Horatio. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.

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.
Horatio. O where, my lord?

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

Horatio. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
Hamlet. Saw? who?

Horatio. My lord, the king your father.

Hamlet.

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The king my father!

Horatio. Season your admiration for a while restrain your!.
With an attent ear, till I may deliver,

cause Upon the witness of these gentlemen, relate

This marvel to you.

Hamlet.
For God's love, let me hear.
Horatio. Two nights together had these gentlemen,
Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,
In the dead vast and middle of the night,
Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,

Cafà fud Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,

Appears before them, and with solemn march
Goes slow and stately by them thrice he walk'd
By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,

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