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With such a heady current, fcowering faults ;
Nor ever Hydra-headed wilfulness
So foon did lose his feat, and all at once,
As in this King.

Ely. We're bleffed in the change.

Cant. Hear him but reason in divinity,
And, all-admiring, with an inward with
You would defire, the King were made a Prelate.
Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs,
You'd say, it had been all in all his study.
Lift his discourse of war,


shall hear
A fearful battle rendered you in mufic.
Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter. When he speaks,
The air, a charter'd libertine, is still ;
And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears,
To steal his sweet and honeyed sentences :
So that the act, and practic part of life,
Must be the mistress to this theorique.
Which is a wonder how his Grace should glean it,
Since his addiction was te courses vain;
His companies unletter'd, rude and shallow;
His hours fill'd up with riots, banquets, sports ;
And never noted in him any study,
Any retirement, any fequestration,
From open haunts, and popularity.

Ely. The strawberry grows underneath the nettle,
And wholesome berries thrive, and ripen beft,
Neighbour'd by fruit of bafer quality :
And so the prince obfcur'd his contemplation
Under the veil of wildness; which, no doubt,

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Grew like the summer-grafs, faftest by night,
Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty.

CANr. It must be fo: for miracles are ceasd:
And therefore we must needs admit the means,
How things are perfected.


C H A P.



you well.

Hor: HAIL to your Lordhip!

Ham. I am glad to fee Horatio,or I do forget myself.

Hor. The fame, my Lord, and your poor fervant ever. Ham. Sir, my good friend ; I'll change that name with

you : And what makes you from Wittenburg, Horatio ?

Hor. A truant disposition, good my Lord.

Ham. I would not hear your enemy say fo ;
Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
To make it trufter of your own report
Against yourself, I know you are no truant ;
But what is your affair in Ellinoor ?
We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
Hor. My Lord, I came to see your

father's funeral.
Ham. I pr’ythee do not mock me, fellow-student ;
I think it was to see my mother's wedding.

Hor. Indeed, my Lord, it follow'd hard upon.

HAM, Thrift, thirft, Horatio ; the funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in hearing


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Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio ?
My father-Methinks I see my father.

Hor. Oh where, my Lord ?
Ham. In mind's


Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly King.

Ham. He was a man, take him for all, 1 shall not look upon his like again.

Hor. My Lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
Ham. Saw? who?
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 Heaven'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 father,
Arm'd at all points exactly, cap-à-pe,
Appears before them, and with solemn march
Goes now and stately by them : thrice he walk'd
By their oppress’d and fear-surprised eyes,
Within his truncheon's length ; whilft they (diftilla
Almoft to jelly with th' effect of fear)
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 deliver'd, both in time,
Form of the thing, each word made true and good,


The apparition comes. I knew


father : These hands are not more like.

HAM. But where was this?
Hor. My Lord, upon the platform where we watch’da
HAM. 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 ;
And at the found it shrunk in haste

awaya And vanilh'd from our fight.

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?

Hor. 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 you not his face ?
Hor. Oh, yes, my Lord ; he wore his beaver up.
Ham. What, look'd he frowuingly ?
Hor. A count'nance more in sorrow than in anger.
HAM. Pale, or red ?

Hor. Nay, very pale.
HAM. And fix'd his eyes upon you ?
Hor. Most constantly.
Ham, I would I had been there !


Hor. It would have much amaz'd

you. HAM. Very like. Staid it long? Hor. While one with moderate haite might teil a hundred. Ham. His beard was grillid?-no.

Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable filver'd.

Ham. I'll watch to-night ; perchance 'twill walk again.
Hor. I warrant you, it will.

Ham. If it affumes my noble father's person,
I'll speak to it, tho' hell itself should gape,
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you
If you have hitherto conceal'd this fight,
Let it be ten’ble in your filence ftill :
And whatsoever shall befal to night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue :
I will requite your love : fo fare ye well.
Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve

I'll visit you,


C H A P.






you go

see the order of the course ?
BRU. Not I.
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, Caffius, your desires ;
I'll leave

CAS. Brutus, I do observe you

of late

; I have not from your eyes that gentleness



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