And, Princes all, believe me, I beseech you; To mock the expectations of the world; (As I before remember'd) all our state, And (Heav'n configning to my good intents) CHA P. XII. SHAKESPEAR. ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY AND BISHOP CANT. OF ELY. : Y Lord, I'll tell you; that felf bill is urg'd, M which, in th' eleventh year o' th' laft King's Was like, and had indeed against us pafs'd, ELY. But how my Lord, fhall we refift it now? CANT. It must be thought on. If it pafs against us, We lose the better half of our poffeffion : For all the temporal lands which men devout Would they ftrip from us; being valu'd thus; A thousand pounds by th' year. Thus runs the bill. CANT. 'Twould drink the cup and all. ELY. But what prevention? CANT. The King is full of grace and fair regard. And whipp'd th' offending Adam out of him; T'invelope and contain celeftial fpirits. Never came reformation in a flood With fuch a heady current, fcowering faults: So foon did lofe his feat, and all at once, As in this King. ELY. We're blessed in the change. CANT. Hear him but reafon in divinity, You'd fay, it had been all in all his study. war, and you fhall hear A fearful battle render'd you in music. Turn him to any caufe of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloofe, Familiar as his garter. When he speaks, Which is a wonder how his Grace should glean it, His companies unletter'd, rude, and fhallow; Any retirement, any fequeftration, From open haunts and popularity. ELY. The ftrawberry grows underneath the nettle, Grew Grew like the fummer-grafs, fastest by night, Unfeen, yet crefcive in his faculty. CANT. It must be fo: for miracles are ceas'd: And therefore we must needs admit the means, How things are perfected. SHAKESPEAR. HOR. CHA P.. XIII. HAMLET AND HORATIO.. AIL to your Lordship! HALL HAM. I am glad to fee Horatio, --or I do forget myself. you well, 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 Wittenberg, Horatio ?. HOR. A truant difpofition, good my Lord. Nor fhall you do mine ear that violence, We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. HOR. My Lord, I came to fee your father's funeral. I think it was to fee my mother's wedding. HOR. Indeed, my Lord, it follow'd hard upon. HAM. Thrift, thrift, Horatio; the funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my deareft foe in heav'n; · Or Or ever I had feen that day, Horatio! My father methinks I fee my father. HAM. In my mind's eye, Horatio. HOR. I faw him once, he was a goodly King. HOR. My Lord, I think I saw him yesternight. HOR. My Lord, the King your father. HOR. Seafon your admiration but a while, HAM. For Heaven's love, let me hear. HOR. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernado, on their watch, In the dead waste and middle of the night, Been thus encountered: A figure like your father, Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me And I with them the third night kept the watch: The |