Hor. Ham. Hor. Ham. Mar. Ham. Hor. Ham. By what it fed on; and yet, within a month- (O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears, But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue. Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO Hail to your lordship. I am glad to see you well; Horatio, or I do forget myself. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you: My good lord. I am very glad to see you. [To Bernardo] Good even, sir. But what, in faith, make you We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Hor. Ham. Hor. Ham. Hor. Ham. Hor. Ham. Hor. Ham. Hor. Ham. Hor. Ham. Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student; I think it was to my mother's wedding. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. Thrift, thrift, Horatio: the funeral bak'd-meats O my father, my father! methinks I see my father. Why, in my mind's eye, Horatio. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. My lord, the king your father. For God's love, let me hear ! Appears before them, and with solemn march, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distill'd Ham. Mar. Ham. Ham. Hor. Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me And I with them the third night kept the watch; Form of the thing, each word made true and good, These hands are not more like. But where was this? My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. Ham. It would have much amaz'd you. Yea, very like, very like. Stay'd it long? While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Longer, longer. Not when I saw't. His beard was grizzl❜d? no? It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd. I will watch to-night; perchance 'twill walk again. If it assume my noble father's person, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; [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; [Exit Hamlet] eyes. For nature crescent does not grow alone Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now; The virtue of his will; but you must fear, His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own ; Carve for himself, for on his choice depends |