Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven, As of a father: for let the world take note, And we beseech you, bend you to remain 110 Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Ham let: I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg. [Exeunt all but Hamlet. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! 130 Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, 140 That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature By what it fed on: and yet, within a month- A little month, or ere those shoes were old O God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, 150 uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears It is not nor it cannot come to good: But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue. Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO. Hor. Hail to your lordship! Ham. I am glad to see you well: 160 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 make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Mar. My good lord Ham. I am very glad to see you. Good even, sir. But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so, 170 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. Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. 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. 181 Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio! My father!-methinks I see my father. Hor. Where, my lord? Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. 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. 190 The king my father! Hor. Season your admiration for awhile With an attent ear, till I may deliver, Upon the witness of these gentlemen, This marvel to you. Ham. For God's love, let me hear. Hor. 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, Appears before them, and with solemn march 200 Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me In dreadful secresy impart they did; And I with them the third night kept the watch: 211 Form of the thing, each word made true and good, 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 Itself to motion, like as it would speak; Ham. "Tis very strange. 220 Hor. As I do live, my honor'd lord 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it. Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to-night? Ham. Then saw you not his face? Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. 230 Hor. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Hor. Nay, very pale. Ham. And fix'd his eyes upon you? Hor. Most constantly. |