Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids' Thou know'st, 'tis common; all, that live, must die, Passing through nature to eternity. Ham. Ay, madam, it is common. If it be, Why seems it so particular with thee? Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, To give these mourning duties to your father: To do obsequious sorrow: But to perséver Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief: s Lowering eyes. To reason most absurd; whose common theme Than that which dearest father bears his son, Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, I pray thee, stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam. King. Why, 'tis 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; And the king's rouse the heaven shall bruit again, Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. ५ [Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, &c. POLONIUS, and LAERTES. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! 9 Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon ''gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! Fye on 't! O fye! 'tis an unweeded garden, • Contrary. Report. That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in na ture, Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, 2 3 Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven 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, A little month; or ere those shoes were old, - why she, even she, O heaven! 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, But break, my heart: for I must hold my tongue! Enter HORATIO, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS. Hor. Hail to your lordship? Ham. I am glad to see you Horatio, or I do forget myself. -- well: Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. 2 Apollo. 3 Suffer, Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?— Marcellus? Mar. My good lord, Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even, sir. But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-stu dent; I think, it was to see 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. Hor. My lord? Ham. Where, In my mind's eye, Horatio. I shall not look upon his like again. Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Hor. My lord, the king your father. Ham. The king my father! 4 Chiefest. Hor. Season your admiration for a while Ham. For Heaven's love, let me hear. Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead waist and middle of the night, Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, Appears before them, and, with solemn march, 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 apparition comes: I knew your father; These 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 address 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. s Attentive. |