From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, I do beseech you, give him leave to go. King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, And thy best graces: spend it at thy will. But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son, Polonius? Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind. [Aside. King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i' the sun. Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off, And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust: Thou know'st, 'tis common; all that live, must die, Ham. Ay, madam, it is common. If it be, Why seems it so particular with thee? Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, But I have that within, which passeth show; King. "Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, To give these mourning duties to your father: But, you must know, your father lost a father; That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound, In filial obligation, for some term To do obsequious sorrow: But to perséver In obstinate condolement, is a course Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief: It shows a will most incorrect to heaven; A heart unfortified, or mind impatient: I Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet; [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 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, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, Let me not think on't ;-Frailty, thy name is woman !— 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,- Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so; We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart. I think, it was to see my mother's wedding. Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. 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 yesternight. Hor. My lord, the king your father. Ham. The king my father! Hor. Season your admiration for a while 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. Harn. Did you not speak to it? Hor. My lord, I did: Itself to motion, like as it would speak: 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. Ham. From top to toe? Ham. Then saw you not All. My lord, from head to foot. His face. Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. Ham. What, look'd he frowningly? 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; 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, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood; For he himself is subject to his birth: He may not, as unvalued persons do, 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; The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, [Exit. |