My father's brother, but no more like my

Than I to Hercules; within a month,
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, 155
She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not, nor it cannot come to good,-
But break my heart, for I must hold my

Enter Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo.
Hor. Hail to your lordship!

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, Hora

tio? Marcellus? Mar. My good lord, — Ham. I am very glad to see you. [To Ber.] Good

even, sir. But what, in faith, make you from Witten

Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.
Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so,

Nor shall you do mine car 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? 175 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. 180 Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral baked

Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!

My father!—methinks I see my father.
185 Hor. Where, my lord?

In my mind's eye, Horatio. Hor. I saw him once; he was a goodly king. 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.
190 Ham. Saw? Who?

Hor. My lord, the king your father.

The king my father! Hor. Season your admiration for a while

With an attent ear, till I may deliver,

Upon the witness of these gentlemen, 195 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 waste and middle of the night,
Been thus encountered. A figure like your

Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pie,
Appears before them, and with solemn march
Goes slow and stately by them. Thrice he

By their oppressed and fear-surprised eyes,
Within his truncheon's length; whilst they,

Almost to jelly with the act of fear,

205 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; Where, as they had delivered, both in time, Form of the thing, each word made true and 210

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

watched. Ham. Did you not speak to it? Hor.

My lord, I did;
But answer made it none. Yet once me-215

It lifted up it head and did address
Itself to motion, like as it would speak;

Mar. Larn

But even then the morning cock crew loud,

And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, 220 And vanished from our sight. Ham.

T is very strange. Hor. As I do live, my honored lord, 't is 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. 225 Hold you the watch to-night? Mar. 1

We do, my lord.
Ber. 1
Ham. Armed, say you?

| Armed, my lord.
Ber. S
Ham. From top to toe?
Mar. 1

My lord, from head to foot. Ber. S

Ham. Then saw you not his face?
230 Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.

Ham. What, looked he frowningly?

A countenance more
In sorrow than in anger.

Pale, or red?
Hor. Nay, very pale.

And fixed his eyes upon you?
Hor. Most constantly.

I would I had been there. 235 Hor. It would have much amazed you.

Ham. Very like, very like. Stayed it long?


Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a

Mar. 1
Ber. į Longer, longer.
Hor. Not when I saw't.

His beard was grizzled? No? Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,

240 A sable silvered. Нат.

I will watch to-night; Perchance 't will walk again. Hor.

I warrant it will. Ham. If it assume my noble father's person,

I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, 245
If you have hitherto concealed this sight,
Let it be tenable in your silence still;
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
I will requite your loves. So, fare you well. 250
Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve,

I'll visit you.

Our duty to your honour. Ham. Your loves, as mine to you; farewell.

[Exeunt all but Hamlet. My father's spirit in arms! All is not well; I doubt some foul play. Would the night 255

were come! Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to men's eyes.


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