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Was like, and had indeed against us pass'd,
ELY. But how my Lord, fhall we refift it now?
We lose the better half of our poffeffion;
For all the temporal lands which men devout
Of indigent faint fouls, paft corporal toil,
A hundred alms-houfes, right well fupply'd;
And to the coffers of the king, befide,
A thousand pounds by th' year. Thus runs the bill,
ELY. This would drink deep.
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,
And whipp'd th' offending Adam out of him;
T' invelope and contain celeftial fpirits.
With fuch a heady current, fcowering faults:
Nor ever Hydra-headed wilfulness
ELY. We're bleffed in the change.
CANT. Hear him but reafon in divinity,
His hours fill'd up with riots, banquets, sports;
And never noted in him any ftudy,
ELY. The ftrawberry grows underneath the nettle,
Grew like the fummer-grafs, fastest by night,
CANT. It must be fo: for miracles are ceas'd:
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. My Lord, I came to fee your father's funeral.
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.
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
HAM. He was a man, take him for all in all,
I fhall not look upon his like again.
HOR. My Lord, I think I faw him yefternight.
HAM. Saw! who?
HOR. My Lord, the King your father.
HAM. The King my father!
HOR. Seafon your admiration but 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 waste and middle of the night,
Been thus encountered: A figure like your father,
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 :
The apparition comes. I knew your father:
Thefe hands are not more like.
HAM. But where was this?
HOR. My Lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. HAM. Did you not speak to it?
HOR. My Lord I did;
But answer made it none. Yet once methought
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. My Lord, from head to foot.
HAM. Then faw you not his face?
HOR. Oh, yes, my Lord; he wore his beaver up.
HOR. A count'nance more in forrow than in anger.
HOR. Nay, very pale.
HAM. And fix'd his eyes upon you?
HOR. Moft constantly.
HAM. I would I had been there!