So soon did lose his seat, and all at once, Ely. We're blessed in the change. Cant. Hear him but reason in divinity, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose Must be the mistress of this theoric. Which is a wonder how his Grace should glean it, His companies unletter'd, rude, and shallow; Any retirement, any sequestration From open haunts and popularity. Ely. The strawberry grows underneath the nettle, And so the Prince obscur'd his contemplation Cant. It must be so: for miracles are ceas'd: SHAKSPEARE. CHAPTER XIII. HAMLET AND HORATIO. Hor. HAIL to your lordship! Ham. I am glad to see you well. Horatio! or I do forget myself. Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. Ham. Sir, my good friend: I'll change that name with you: And what makes you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. Nor shall you do mine ear that violence, We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funʼral. Ham. I pray thee do not mock me, fellow-student; I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Hor. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon. Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio; the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my direst foe in Heav'n, Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio! My father Methinks I see my father. Hor. Oh where, my lord? Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king. 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! Hor. Season your admiration but a while With an attentive ear; till I deliver, Upon the witness of these gentlemen, This marvel to you. Ham. For Heav'n's love, let me hear! Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead waste 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, These hands are not more like. Ham. But where was this? Hor. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. Нат. 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. Ham. Indeed, indeed, Sir, but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to night? Mar. and Ber. We do, my lord. Ham. Arm'd, say you? Hor. Arm'd, my lord. Ham. From top to toe? Hor. My lord, from head to foot. Ham. Then saw not you his face? Hor. O yes, my lord: he wore his beaver up. Hor. A count'nance more in sorrow than in anger. Ham. Pale, or red? Hor. Nay, very pale. And fix'd his eyes upon you? Hor. Most constantly. Ham. I would I had been there! Hor. It would have much amaz'd Ham. Very like. Staid it long? you. Hor. While one with mod'rate haste might tell a hundred. Ham. His beard was grisled ?-no. Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd. Ham. I'll watch to night; perchance 'twill walk again. Ham. If it assumes my noble father's person, SHAKSPEARE. CHAPTER XIV. BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. Cas. WILL you go see the order of the course? Cas. I pray you, do. Bru. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony ; Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires: I'll leave you. Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late; Bru. Cassius, Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look Of late with passions of some difference, Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviour; Forgets the show of love to other men. Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Bru. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection from some other thing. And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you might see your shadow. I have heard, Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me? Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear; And since you know you cannot seek yourself So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself which yet you know not of. And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus : |