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So by his father lost: And this, I take it,
The source of this our watch; and the chief head
Ber. [I think, it be no other, but even so : Well may it sort, that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch; so like the king That was, and is the question of these wars. Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
But, soft; behold, lo, where it comes again!
I'll cross it, though it blast me.-Stay, illusion! 140 If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
Speak to me :.
If there be any good thing to be done,
That may to three do ease, and grace to me,
Speak to me:
If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
Speak of it:-stay, and speak.-Stop it, Marcellus.
Ber. 'Tis here!
Hor. 'Tis here!
Mar. 'Tis gone!
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the shew of violence;
For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows malicious mockery.
Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew. Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and, at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine: and of the truth herein This present object made probation.
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know Where we shall find him most convenient. [Exeunt.
A Room of State. Enter the King, Queen, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants.
King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's
The memory be green; and that it us befitted
Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature,
That we with wisest sorrow think on him,
Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death,
Giving to you no further personal power
To business with the king, more than the scope
Farewel; and let your haste commend your duty.
[Exeunt VOLTIMAND, and CORNELIUS. And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? 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,
Laer. My dread lord,
Your leave and favour to return to France;
From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, To slew my duty in your coronation ;
Yet now, I must confess, that duty donę,
My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon, King. Have you your father's leave? What says - Polonius ? :
Pol. He hath, my lord, [wrung from me my slow
By laboursome petition; and, at last,