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This unprevailing woe, and think of us,
As of a Father: For let the World take note,
You are the most immediate to our Throne,
And with no less Nobility of Love,
Than that which deareft Father bears his Son,
Do I impart towards you. For your intent
In going back to School to Wittenberg,
It is most retrograde to our Desire:
And we beseech

you,

bend Here in the cheer and comfort of our Eye, Our chiefest Courtier, Cousin, and our Son.

Queen. Let not thy Mother lose her Prayers, Hamlet; I prithee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, Madam.

King. Why 'tis a loving, and a fair Reply,
Be as our self 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 Kings Rowse, the Heav'n shall bruit again,
Re-speaking earthly Thunder. Come away. [Exeunt.

Manet Hamlet.
Ham. Othat this too too folid Flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve it self into a Dew;
Or that the Everlasting had not fixt
His Cannon ’gainst felf flaughter. O God! O God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seems to me all the uses of this World.
Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded Garden
That grows to Seed; things rank, and gross in Nature
Poffels it meerly. That it fhould 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 permitted not the Winds of Heav'n
Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n 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:

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A little Month!or e'er those Shooes were old,
With which the follow'd my poor Father's Body,
Like Niobe, all tears Why fhe, even she
O Heav'n! A Beast that wants discourse of Reason
Would have mourn'd longer_married with mine Uncle,
My Father's Brother; but no more like my Father,
Than I to Hercules. Within a Month !
E’er yer the salt of most unrighteous Tears
Had left the flushing of her gauled Eyes,
She married. O 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.
Hor. Hail to your Lordship.

Ham. I am glad to see you well, Horatio, or I do forget my felf.

Hor. The same, my Lord, and your poor Servant ever. Ham. Sir, my good friend, I'll change that Name with

you:

And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
Marcellus!

Mar. My good Lord

Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even, Sir. But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg ?

Hor. A truant Disposition, good my Lord.

Ham. I would not have your Enemy fay fo ;
Nor shall you do mine Ear that Violence,
To make it truster of your own report
Against your self. I know you are no Truant;
But what is your Affair in Ellinoor?
We'll teach you to drink deep e'er you depart.

Hor. My Lord, I came to see your Father's Funeral.

Ham. I prithee 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 deareft Foe in Heav'n, E'er I had ever seen that Day, Horatio.

My My Father,---methinks I see my Father.

Hor. © where, my Lord?
Ham. In my Mind's Eye, Horatio.
Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly King.

Ham. He was a Man, take him for all in all,
I should not look upon his like again,

Hor. My Lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
Ham. Saw! Who?
Hor. My Lord, the King your Father.
Ham. 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 Heav'n'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 encountred. A figure like

A figure like your Father,
Arm'd at all points exa&ly, Cap a Pén
Appears before them, wind with solemn March
Goes slow and statel By them thrice he walk'd,
By their opprest and fear-surprized Eyes,
Within his Truncheon's length; whilst they, be-stillid
Almost to Jelly with the A& of fear,
Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me
In dreadful secrecy impart they did,
And I with them the third Night kept the Watch,
Where, as they had deliver'd both in time,
Form of the thing, each word made true and good,

The Apparition comes. I knew your Father:
These Hands are not more like.

Ham. But where was this?
Mar. My Lord, upon the Platform where we watcht.
Ham. Did you not speak to it?

Hor. My Lord, I did ;
But answer made it none; yet once methought
It lifced up its Head, and did address
It self to Motion, like as it would speak :
But even then, the Morning Cock crew loud;
And at the found it fhrunk in haste away,
VO I. V.

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And

And vanisht from our fight.

Ham. 'Tis very strange.

Hor. As I do live, my honourable 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 mer
Hold you the Watch to Night?

Both. We do, my Lord.
Ham. Armid, say you?
Both. Arm'd, my Lord.
Ham. From top to toe?
Both. My Lord, from head to foot.
Ham. Then saw you not his Face?
Hor. O yes, my Lord, he wore his Beaver up.
Ham. What, look'd he frowningly?
Hor. A Countenance more in Sorrow than in Anger.
Ham. Pale, or red?
Hor. Nay, very pale.
Ham, And fixt his Eyes upon you?
Hor. Most constantly,
Ham. I would I had been there.
Hor. It would have much amaz'd you.
Ham. Very like, very like; staid it long?
Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
All. Longer, longer.
Hor. Not when I saw't.
Ham. His Beard was grisly?

Hor. It was, I have seen it in his Life,
A Sable filver'..

Ham. I'll watch to Night; perchance 'cwill walk again.
Hor. I warrant you it will.

Ham. If it assume my noble Father's Person,
I'll speak to it, tho' Hell it self should gape
And bid me hold my Peace. I pray you all,
If you have hitherto conceald this Sight;
Let it be treble in your filence still:
And whatsoever else shall hap to Night,
Give it an Understanding, but no Tongue;
I will require your Loves : so, fare ye well:
Upon the Platform 'twixt eleven and twelve,
I'll visit you.

All. Our duty to your Honour. [Exeunt, Ham.

Ham. Your love, as mine to you: Farewel.
My Father's Spirit in Arms! All is not well;
I doubt some foul play; would the Night were come;
"Till then sit still, my Soul; foul Deeds will rise,
Tho'all the Earth o'erwhelm them to Mens Eyes. (Exit.

Enter Laertes and Ophelia.
Laer. My Necessaries are imbark'd, farewel ;
And Sister, as the Winds give benefit,
And Convoy is altistant ; do not sleep,
But let me hear from you.

Opb. Do you doubt that ?

Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favours,
Hold it a fashion and a toy in Blood,
A Violet in the youth of primy Nature,
Forward, not permanent, tho'lweet, not lasting
The suppliance of a minute ; no more.

Oph. No more but fo?

Laer. Think ir no more :
For Nature crescent does not grow alone,
In Thews and Bulk; but as his Temple waxes,
The inward service of the Mind and Soul
Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
And now no foil nor cautel doth besmerch
The virtue of his Fear : But you must fear
His greatness weigh’d, his will is not his own :
For he himself is subje& to his Birth;
He may not, as unvalued Persons do,
Carve for himfelf; for, on his choice depends
The fan&ity and health of the whole State.
And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd
Unto the voice and yielding of that Body,
Whereof he is the Head. Then if he says he loves you,
It fits your Wisdom fo far to believe it,
As he in his peculiar Sect and force
May give his saying deed; which is no further,

Than the main Voice of Denmark goes withal.
Then weigh that loss your Honour may sustain,
If with too credent Éar you lift his Songs,
Or lose your Heart ; or your chaste Treasure open
To his unmastered importunity.
Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear Sister,

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