Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill: Break we our watch up; and, by my advice, Let us impart what we have seen to-night Unto young Hamlet: for, upon my life, This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him. Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? Mar. Let's do 't, I pray; and I this morning. know Where we shall find him most convenient. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. A Room of State in the same. Enter the KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, LORDS, and Attendants. King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green; and that it us befitted [Exit Ghost. To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe; And our vain blows malicious mockery. Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, That we with wisest sorrow think on him, Ber. It was about to speak when the cock Therefore, our sometimes sister, now our queen, crew. Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and, at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine: and of the truth herein This present object made probation. Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Savior's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm; So hallowed and so gracious is the time. The imperial jointress of this warlike state, Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death, Thus much the business is: - We have here writ Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty. King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Ham. Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun. Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy night-like color off, And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Ham. Ay, madam, it is common. Why seems it so particular with thee? Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother, And lose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Nor the dejected havior of the visage, From whence, though willingly I came to Den- But, you must know, your father lost a father; mark, To shew my duty in your coronation; Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, That father lost his: and the survivor bound Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow An understanding simple and unschooled. leave, My laborsome petition; and, at last, Upon his will I sealed my hard consent: I do beseech you, give him leave to go. For what we know must be, and is as common King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, thine, And thy best graces: spend it at thy will.— To reason most absurd; whose common theme 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 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. [Exeunt KING, QUEEN, Lords, &c. POLONIUS, Would have mourned longer,-married with mine 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 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 make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?— Marcellus? Mar. My good lord, Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even, sir. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fixed Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so; His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!-O God, O God! Nor shall you do mine ear that violence, 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, To make it truster of your own report Against yourself: I know you are no truant. But what is your affair in Elsinore ? That grows to seed; things rank and gross in We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's fu neral. Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellowstudent: I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. By what it fed on: and yet, within a month, Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Hor. My lord, the king your father. Hor. Season your admiration for a while Ham. For heaven's love, let me hear! Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, In the dead waste and middle of the night, father, Armed at all points, exactly, cap-á-pé, Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me And I with them the third night kept the watch: Ham. But where was this? Ham. I will watch to-night Ham. If it assume my noble father's person, Mar. My lord, upon the platform, where we If you have hitherto concealed this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; I will requite your loves. So, fare you well: Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. Till then, sit still my soul. Foul deeds will rise, Hold you the watch to-night? Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's [Exit All. We do, my lord eyes. Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favor, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, For nature, crescent, does not grow alone Whereof he is the head: then, if he says he loves But do not dull thy palm with entertainment you, It fits your wisdom so far to believe it As he in his particular sect and force May give his saying deed; which is no further Fear it, Ophelia; fear it, my dear sister; |