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Was like, and had indeed against us pafs'd,
ELY. But how my Lord, fhall we refift it now? CANT. It must be thought on. If it pafs against us, We lofe the better half of our poffeffion;
For all the temporal lands which men devout
Of indigent faint fouls, paft corporal toil,
A thousand pounds by th' year. Thus runs the bill.
CANT. 'Twould drink the cup and all,
ELY. But what prevention?
CANT. The King is full of grace and fair regard.
ELY. And a true lover of the holy church.
CANT. The courfes of his youth promis'd it not;
The breath no fooner left his father's body,
But that his wildnefs, mortify'd in him,
And whipp'd th' offending Adam out of him;
T'invelope and contain celeftial spirits.
Never came reformation in a flood
With fuch a heady current, fcowering faults:
So foon did lofe his feat, and all at once,
ELY. We're blessed in the change.
CANT. Hear him but reafon in divinity,
The Gordian knot of it he will unloofe,
When he speaks,
And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears,
So that the act, and practic part of life,
Which is a wonder how his Grace fhould glean it,
His companies unletter'd, rude, and fhallow;
And never noted in him any study,
Any retirement, any fequeftration,
From open haunts, and popularity.
ELY. The ftrawberry grows underneath the nettle,
Grew like the fummer-grafs, fafteft by night,
CANT. It must be fo: for miracles are ceas'd:
HAM. I am glad to fee you well, or I do forget myself.
HOR. The fame, my Lord, and your poor fervant ever. HAM. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with
And what makes you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
HOR. A truant difpofition, good my Lord.
Nor fhall you do mine ear that violence,
We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
HOR. My Lord, I came to fee your father's funeral.
I think it was to fee my mother's wedding.
HOR. Indeed, my Lord, it follow'd hard upon.
HAM. Thrift, thrift, Horatio; the funeral bak'd meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heav'n,
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
My father methinks I fee my father.
HAM. In my mind's eye, Horatio.
HOR. I faw him once, he was a goodly King.
HOR. My Lord, I think I faw him yefternight.
HOR. My Lord, the King your father.
HOR. Seafon your admiration but a while,
With an attentive ear; till I deliver,
HAM. For Heaven's love, let me hear.
HOR. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,
In the dead waste and middle of the night,
Been thus encountered: A figure like your father,
Appears before them, and with folemn march.
Within his truncheon's length; whilft they (diftill'd
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,
The apparition comes. I knew
Thefe hands are not more like.
HOR. My Lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
HAM. Did you not speak to it?
HOR. My Lord I did;
But anfwer made it none.
Yet once methought
It lifed up its head, and did addrefs
Itfelf 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 honour'd Lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty
To let you know of it.
HAM. Indeed, indeed, Sir, but this troubles me.
Hold you the watch to-night?
HOR. We do, my Lord.
HAM. Arm'd, say you?
HOR. Arm'd, my Lord.
HAM. From top to toe?
HOR. My Lord, from head to foot.
HAM. Then faw you not his face?
HOR. Oh, yes, my Lord; he wore his beaver up.
HAM. What, look'd he frowningly?
HOR. A count'nance more in forrow than in anger.
HAM. Pale, or red?
HOR. Nay, very pale.
HAM. And fix'd his eyes upon you?
HOR. Most constantly.
HAM. I would I had been there!