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Colleagued with this dream of his advantage,
duty. Cor. Vol. In that, and all things, will we show
our duty. King. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell.
(Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS.
Laertes, what's the news with yon? You told ns of some suit; What is't, Laertes ? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane, And lose your voice: What would'st thou beg,
Laertes, That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? The head is not more native to the heart, The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. What would'st thou have, Laertes ? Laer.
My dread lord, Your leave and favour to return to France; From whence though willingly I came to Den.
mark, To show my duty in your coronation; Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward
France, And bow them to your gracious leave and par
don. King. Have you your father's leave? Wbat
Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my
slow leave, By laboursome petition; and, at last, Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent: I do beseech you, give bim 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, Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind.
[Aside. King. How is it that the clouds still hàng on Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i'the
sun. Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour
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, 'uis common; all, that live, must
die, Passing through nature to eternity.
Ham. Ay, madam, it is common.
Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not
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 persever In obstinate condolement is a course
If it be,
Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief:
King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply ; Be as ourself in Denmark.–Madam, come; This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to-day, But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell; And the king's rouse the heaven shall bruit again, Respeaking earthly thunder. Come away. (Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, &c. POLONIUS,
and LAERTES. Ham. O, that this too too solid fiesb would
melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon’gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fye on't! 0 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? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on: 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 reaWould bave mourn'd longer,-married with my
uncle, My father's brother; but no more like my father, Than I to Hercules: Within a month; Ere yet the salt of most uprighteous tears Had left the flushing in ber galled eyes, She married :-0 most wicked speed, to post With
such dexterity to incestuous sheets ! It is not, nor it cannot come to, good; But break, my heart: for I must hold my tongue!
Enter HORATIO, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS.
I am glad to see you well;
vant ever. Ham, Sir, my good friend; l'll change that
name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Ho.
Mar. My good lord,
Ham. I am very glad to see you ; good even, But what, in faith, make
from Wittenberg ?
Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.
Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so: Nor shall you do mine ear that violence, To make it truster of your own report Against yourself: I know yon are no traant. But what is your affair in Elsinore? We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's
funeral. Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow
student; 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 Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. 'Would, I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio! My father,-Methinks, I see my father. Hor.
Where, My lord ? Ham. In my
Horatio, Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king.
Ham. He was a man take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
The king my father?
For God's love, let me hear. Hor. Two nightstogether had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead waste and middle of the night, Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, Armed at point, exactly, cap-a-pe, Appears before them, and, with solemn march, Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk’d, By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, dis
till'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me