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 His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable 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. Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead!-nay, not so much, not two; So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? And yet, within a month,Let me not think on't ;-Frailty, thy name is woman!A little month; or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears;-why she, even she,O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer, married with my uncle My father's brother; but no more like my father, Than I to Hercules:

It is not, nor it cannot come to, good;

But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue !

Enter HORATIO, Bernardo, and MARCELI

Hor. Hail to your lordship!
Ham.

Horatio, or I do forget myself.

I am glad to see yo

Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant eve Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name v

By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,
Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distill'd

Almost to jelly with the act of fear,

Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me
In dreadful secrecy impart they did:

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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.

Arm'd, my lord.

From to

Then saw you no

All. My lord, from head to foot.

Ham.

His face.

Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.
Ham. What, look'd he frowningly?
Hor.

A countenanc

I would, I had been there.

Very like,

Hor. It would have much amaz'd you.
Ham.

Very like: Stay'd it long?

Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hu

Ham. His beard was grizzl'd? no?

Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,

A sable silver'd.

I warrant, it will.

Ham. If it assume my noble father's person,

I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,

I stay too long ;-But here my father comes.
O fear me not.
Enter POLONIUS.

Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shamo
The wind sits in the shoul

For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
And they in France, of the best rank and station,
Are most select and generous, chief in that.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be:
For loan oft loses both itself and friend:
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all, To thine ownself be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee !
Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
Pol. The time invites you; go, your servants tend.
Laer. Farewell, Ophelia : and remember well

What I have said to you.

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 MARCELLO

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 twelv

Hor. Indeed? I heard it not; then it draws near th Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.

[A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, What does this mean, my lord?

Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes his r And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,