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Hor. My lord, I came to fee your

father's funeral. Ham. I pr’ythee, 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 heav'n, Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio ! My father-methinks, I fee

my

father.
Hor. Oh 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.
Ham. The King my father !
Hor. Season your admiration but a while,
With an attentive ear ; 'till I deliver
Upon the witness of thefe gentlem
This marvel to you.

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 encountred : A figure like your father, Arm'd at all points exactly, Cap-à-pe, Appears before them, and with folemn march Goes slow and stately by them; thrice he walk'd, By their opprest and fear-surprized eyes, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they (diftill'd Almost to jelly with the act 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.

Ham. But where was this?
Mar. My lord, apon 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 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 found it shrunk in hafte away,
And vanish'd from our sight.

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

Both. We do, my lord.
Ham. Arm'd, 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. Oh, yes, my lord, he wore his beaver up.
Ham. What, look'd he frowningly?
Hor. A count'nance more in forrow 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; staid it long?
Hor. While one with moderate hafte might tell a

hundred.
Both. Longer, longer.
Hor. Not when I saw't.
Ham. His beard was grilly?

Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
A fable silver'd.
Ham. I'll watch to-night; perchance,'twill walk again.

Hor.

Hor. I warrant you, it will.

Ham. If it affume my noble father's person,
I'll speak to it, tho’ hell itself fhould gape
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
If you have hitherto conceal'd this fight,
Let it be treble in your silence ftill:
And whatsoever shall befall to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue;
I will requite your loves : so, faré ye well.
Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve
I'll visit you.
All. Our duty to your
honour.

[Exeunt. Ham. Your loves, 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 fit still, my soul : foul deeds will rise (Tho' all the earth o’erwhelm them) to men's eyes.

[Exit. SCENE changes to an Apartment in Polonius's

House.

Enter Laertes and Ophelia. Laer. Y necessaries

And, fifter And convoy

is assistant, do not sleep, But let me hear from you.

Oph. Do you doubt that?

Laer. For Hamlet, and the trilling of his favour,
Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood;
A violet in the youth of prime nature,
Forward, not permanent, tho' sweet, not lasting :
The perfume, and suppliance of a minute :
No more.

Oph. No more but fo ?

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

Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now;
And now no foil, nor cautel, doth besmerch
The virtue of his will: but you must fear,
His greatnefs 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 sanctity and health of the whole state:
And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd
Unto the voice and yielding of that body,
Whereof he's head. Then, if he says, he loves you,
It fits your wisdom fo far to believe it,
As he in his peculiar act and place
May give his saying deed; which is no further,

Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
Then weigh, what iofs your honour-may fuftain,
If with too credent ear you lift his fongs;
Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
To his unmaster'd importunity:
Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear fister;
And keep within the rear of your

affection,
Out of the shot and danger of defire.
The charieft maid is prodigal enough,
If the unmak her beauty to the moon :
Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes;
The canker galls the infants of the fpring,
Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd;
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blaftments are most imminent.
Be wary then, beft fafety lies in fear;
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.

Oph. I shall th' effects of this good lesson keep,
As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
Do not, as some ungracious paftors do,
Shew me the steep and thorny way to heav'n;
Whilft, like a puft and careless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own reed.

Laer. On, fear me not.

Enter Enter Polonius.

I stay too long ;-but here my father comes :
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 fail, (6)
And you are staid for. There;
My blefling with you;

(Laying his hand on Laertes's head. And these few precepts in thy memory See 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 try'd, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks 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 the opposed may beware of thee. Give ev'ry man thine ear; but few thy voice. Take each man's cenfure; but reserve thy judgment,

(6) The Wind fits in the Shoulder of your Sail,

And you are staid for there. My Blefing, &c.] There where in the Shoulder of his Sail ? For to that must this local Adverb relate, as 'tis situated. Befides, it is a dragging idle Expletive, and seems of no Use but to support the Measure of the Verse. But when we come to point this Passage right, and to the Poet's Intention in it, we shall find it neither unnecessary, nor improper, in its Place. In the Speech immediately preceding this, Leertes taxes himself for staying too long ; but seeing his Father approach, he is willing to ftay for a second Blefling, and kneels down to that end : Polonius accordingly lays his hand on his Head, and gives him the second Bleffing. The manner, in which a Comic Actor behav'd upon this Occasion, was sure to raise a Laugh of Pleasure in the Audience : And the oldeft Luar to's, in the Pointing, are a Confirmation that thus the Poet intended it, and thus the Stage express'd it.

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