Nor cuftomary futes of folemne black, Together with all formes, moodes, fhapes of griefe King. Tis fweete and commendable in your nature To giue thefe mourning duties to your father, Of impious ftubborneffe, tis vnmanly griefe, And with no leffe nobility of loue Then that which dearest father beares his fonne, Quee. Let not thy mother loose her prayers Hamlet, Florib. Exeunt all but Hamleti Ham. O that this too too fallied flesh would melt, Thaw and refolue it felfe into a dew, Or that the euerlafting had not fixt His cannon gainst seale + flaughter, ô God, God, Seeme to me all the vses of this world? Fie on't, ah fie, tis an vnweeded garden, That growes to feed, things ranck and grose in nature, Poffeffe it meerely that it fhould come thus But two months dead, nay not fo much, not two, So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a fatire, fo louing to my mother, That he might not beteeme the winds of heauen • retrograde. tfelf. § let c'en. N 2 Vifit Vifit her face too roughly: heauen and earth. By what it fed on, and yet within a month, A little month. On ere thofe fhooes were old O God! a beast that wants discourse of reafon Ere yet the falt of most vnrighteous teares But breake my heart for I must hold my tongue. Enter Horatio, Marcellus and Bernardo. Hora. Haile to your lordshippe. Ham. I am glad to fee you well; Horatio, or I do forget my felfe. Hora. The fame my lord, and your poore feruant euer. Ham. Sir my good friend, Ile change that name with you, And what make you from Wittenberg Horatio? Marcellus. Mar. My good lord. Ham. I am very glad to see you, (good euen fir) Το To make it truster of your owne report Weele teach you for to drinke ere you depart. Hora. My lord, I came to fee your fathers funerall. Hora. Indeed my lord it followed hard vpon. Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio, the funerall bak't meates Ham. In my mindes eye Horatio. Hora. I faw him once, a was a goodly king. I fhall not looke vpon his like againe. Hora. My lord I thinke I faw him yesternight. Hora. My lord the king your father. Ham. The king my father? Hora. Seafon your admiration for a while With an attentiue eare till I may deliuer This maruaile to you. Ham. For Gods loue let me heare? Hora. Two nights together had thefe gentlemen In the dead waft † and middle of the night Appeares before them, and with folemne march, Goes flowe and stately by them; thrice he walkt Within this tronchions length, whilft they diftil'd Stand dumbe and fpeake not to him; this to me, And I with them the third night kept the watch, Forme of the thing, each word made true and good, Thefe hands are not more like, Ham. But where was this? Mar. My lord vpon the platforme where wee watcht, Nora. My lord I did, But answer made it none, yet once mee thought It felfe to motion, like as it would fpeake: But euen then the morning cock crew loude, Ham. Tis very strange. Hora. As I doe liue my honor'd lord tis true And wee did thinke it writ downe in our duety To let you know of it. Ham. Indeede firs but this troubles me, Hold you the watch to night? All. Wee doe my lord. Ham. Arm'd fay you? All. Arm'd my lord. Ham. From top to toe? All. My lord from head to foote. bis. its. Hcra. |