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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.
(Erewut VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS. And now, Laertes, what's the news with yon? You told us 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 daty 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: Į do beseech you, give bim leave to go. King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be
tbine, 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 hang on
you? Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i'the Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nig ted 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, 'tis common; all, that live, must
Ham, Ay, madam, it is common.
If it be,
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 haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: Tbese, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe. 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 persever In obstinate condolement is a course
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 flesh 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! O fye! 'tis an unweeded garden
That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in
winds of heaven
Enter HORATIO, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS.
I am glad to see you well ;
name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Ho
ratio ? Marcellus?
Mar. My good lord,-
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 you are no truant. 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 mind's eye, Horatio,
Ham. He was a man take him for all in all,
The king my father? Hor. Season your admiration for a while With an attent ear ; till I may deliver, Upon the witness of these gentlemen, This marvel to you. Ham.
For God's love, let me hear. Hor. Two nightstogether bad 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