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 Ere ever I had seen that day, Horatio!

My father,

methinks, I see my father.

Hor. O! 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 shall 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.

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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 nights together, had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,

In the dead vast and middle of the night,

Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,
Arm'd at all points, evactly, cap-à-pié,
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, distill'd
Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
27 Stand dumb, and speak not to him.
In dreadful secrecy impart they did,

This to me?

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.

But where was this?

:

My lord, I did,

Ham.
Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
Ham. Did you not speak to it?
Hor.
But answer made it none; yet once, methought,
It lifted up its head, and did address
Itself to motion, like as it would speak:
But, even then, the morning cock crew loud,
And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,.
And vanish'd from our sight, |

Ham.

'Tis very strange.

Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 't is true;
And we did think it writ down in our duty,
To let you know of it.

Ham. Indeed, indeed, Sirs, but this troubles me.
Hold you the watch to-night?

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All.

We do, my lord.

Arm'd, my lord.

Ham.

From top to toe?

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All. 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.

Hor. Most constantly.
Ham.

Pale, or red?

A countenance more

And fix'd his eyes upon you?

I would I had been there. I

Hor. It would have much amaz'd you.
Ham.

Very like. Stay'd it long?

Very like,

f

Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.

Mar. Ber. Longer, longer.

Hor. Not when I saw it.
Ham.
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
A sable silver'd.

His beard was grizzled? no?

Ham.

I will watch to-night:

Perchance, 't will walk again.
Hor.

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I warrant it will...........
Ham. If it assume my noble father's person,
I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
Let it be tenable in your silence still; |
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue:
I will requite your loves. So, fare you well:
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
I'll visit you.

All.

Our duty to your honour.

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Ham. Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell.

[Exeunt HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO.

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,

Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. [Exit. |

SCENE III.

A Room in POLONIUS' House.

Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA.

Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell: And, sister, as the winds give benefit,

And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,

But let me hear from you.

Oph.

Do you doubt that?

Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour,

Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;

A violet in the youth of primy nature,

Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute;

No more.

Oph. No more but so?
Laer.

Think it no more:

For nature, crescent, does not grow alone In thews, and bulk; but, as this temple waxes, The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now; 32 And now no soil, nor cautel, doth besmirch The virtue of his will: but you must fear, His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own, For he himself is subject to his birth: He may not, as unvalued persons do, Carve for himself; for on his choice depends The safety and the health of this 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 so far to believe it,

As he in his particular act and place

e;

May give his saying deed; which is no farther,
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. [
33 Then, weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
If with too credent ear you list his songs,
Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open

To his unmaster'd importunity.

Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister;
And keep you in the rear of your affection,
Out of the shot and danger of desire.
The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
If she unmask her beauty to the moon.
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes:
The canker galls the infants of the spring,
Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd;
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Be wary, then; best safety lies in fear:
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. |

Oph. I shall th' effect of this good lesson keep,
As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,

Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,
Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own read.

A double blessing is a double grace;

Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

Pol. Yet here, Laertes? aboard, aboard, for shame! The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,

And you are stay'd for. There, my blessing with you; [Laying his Hand on LAERTES' Head.

And these few precepts in thy memory

Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar:
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in,
Bear 't, that th' opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;

Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,

But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;

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And they in France, of the best rank and station,
Are most select and generous, chief in that. |
36 Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all, to thine ownself be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!
Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
Pol. The time invites you: go; your servants tend.
Laer. Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well
What I have said to you.

Oph-
'T is in my memory lock'd,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

Laer. Farewell.

[Exit LAERTES."

Pol. What is 't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?

Oph. So please you, something touching the lord Hamlet. |

37 Pol. Marry, well bethought:

'T is told me, he hath very oft of late

Given private time to you; and you yourself

Have of your audience been most free and bounteous.
If it be so, (as so 't is put on me,

And that in way of caution) I must tell you,
You do not understand yourself so clearly,
As it behoves my daughter, and your honour.
What is between you? give me up the truth.

Oph. He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
Of his affection to me.

Pol. Affection? pooh! you speak like a green girl,
Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.

Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?

Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should think. |
38 Pol. Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby;
That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,
Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;
Or, not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
Roaming it thus, you 'll tender me a fool.

Oph. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love,
In honourable fashion.

Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.

Oph. And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,

With almost all the holy vows of heaven.

Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul