Against yourself: I know, you are no truant. 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. Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Hor. My lord? Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Where, Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king. Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Hor. My lord, the king your father. Ham. The king my father! Hor. Season your admiration for a while Hum. For God's love, let me hear. Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, It was anciently the custom to give a cold entertainment at a funeral. Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead waist and middle of the night, Appears before them, and, with solemn march, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distill'd Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did; And I with them, the third night kept the watch: Form of the thing, each word made true and good, These hands are not more like. 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, Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver9 up. Ham. What, look'd he frowningly? Very like, Hor. It would have much amaz'd you. Very like Stay'd it long? Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Mar. Ber. Longer, longer. Hor. Not when I saw it. Ham. His beard was grizzl'd? no? Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd. Ham. I will watch to-night; I warrant, it will. Perchance, 'twill walk again. Hor. 9 That part of the helmet which may be lifted up. I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, All. Our duty to your honour. Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: Farewell. [Exeunt HORATIO, MARCELUS, and BERNARDO. My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul: Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. [Exit. SCENE III. A Room in Polonius' House. Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA. Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell: And, sister, as the winds give benefit, And convoy is assistant, do not sleep, 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, sweet, not lasting, The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more. No more but so? Think it no more: For nature, crescent,' does not grow alone 2 In thews, and bulk; but, as this temple waxes, Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now; He may not, as unvalued persons do, Carve for himself; for on his choice depends Whereof he is the head: Then if he says he loves you, It fits your wisdom so far to believe it, As he in his particular act and place May give his saying deed; which is no further, Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister; And keep you in the rear of your affection, ■ Increasing. 2 Sinews. 5 Believing. 4 Discolour. 3 Subtlety, deceit. |