The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. A Room of State in the same. Enter the KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, Lord's, and Attendants. King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green; and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, Your leave and favor to return to France; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, Pol. He hath, my lord,— I do beseech you, give him leave to go. What says Polonius? King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, And thy best graces: spend it at thy will. But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son, Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind. [Aside. 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 nighted color off, And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust: Thou know'st, 'tis common; all that live, must die, Ham. Ay, madam, it is common. King. "Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hainlet, To give these mourning duties to your father: But, you must know, your father lost a father; That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound, In filial obligation, for some tern. To do obsequious sorrow: But to perséver In obstinate condolement, is a course Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief: A heart unfortified, or mind impatient: We pray you, throw to earth This unprevailing woe; and think of us Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet; [Exeunt KING, QUEEN, LORDS, &c., POLONIUS, and LAERTES Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fye on't! O fye! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer,-married with my uncle, It is not, nor it cannot come to, good; But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue! Enter HORATIO, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS. Hor. Hail to your lordship! Ham. Horatio,—or I do forget myself. I am glad to see you well Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ?— Mar. My good lord. Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even, sir,- We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart. I think, it was to see my mother's wedding. Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd meats Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio !— My lord? Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Where, 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 yestern glit. Hor. My lord, the king your father. The king my father! Ham. For heaven's love, let me hear. Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead waist and middle of the night, Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, Appears before them, and, with solemn march, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distill'd Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me And I with them, the third night kept the watch: These hands are not more like. Ham. Hor. My lord, I did: 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 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? We do, my lord. Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. Hor. In sorrow than in anger. Ham. Hor. Nay, very pale. Hor. Most constantly. Ham. Pale, or red? A countenance more And fix'd his eyes upon you? I would, I had been there. Hor. It would have much amaz'd you. Ham. Very like: Stay'd it long? Very like, Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Ham. His beard was grizzl'd? no? Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd. Ham. I will watch to-night; Pe chance, 'twill walk again. I warrant, it will. Hor. |