We pray you, throw to earth This unprevailing woe; and think of us [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, 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. Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd meats Hor. 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.ght. 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. But where was this? Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. 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? All. We do, my lord. Ham. Arm'd,say you? All. Arm❜d, my lord. Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. Ham. What, look'd he frowningly? 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; Perchance, 'twill walk again." I warrant, it will. Hor. And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, All. Our duty to your honor. Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: Farewell. [Exeunt HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were come ! SCENE III.-A Room in Polonius' House. Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell: Pray let me hear from you. Óph. Do you doubt that? Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favor, For he himself is subject to his birth: Then weigh what loss your honor may sustain, Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Laer. O fear me not. I stay too long;—But here my father comes. Enter POLONIUS. Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame; [Exit. The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, and you are staid for: There, my blessing with you! [Laying his hand on LAERTES' head And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Bear it, that the opposer may beware of thee. But not express'd in fancy: rich, not gaudy: For the apparel oft proclaims the man; And they in France, of the best rank and station, Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. Oph. "Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Laer. Farewell. SCENE IV.-The Platform. Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and Marcellus. Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air. Ham. What hour now? Hor. Mar. No, it is struck. I think, it lacks of twelve. Hor. Indeed? I heard it not; then it draws near the season, Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. [A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within. What does this mean, my lord? Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, |