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Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king.

Ham. He was a man, take him for all and 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.
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 heaven's love, let me hear.

Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen,
Marcellus and Bernardo, on the watch,

In the dead waste and middle of the night,
Been thus encountered: a figure like your father,
Armed at point, exactly, cap-a-pie,

Appears before them, and, with solemn march,
Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walks
By their oppressed and fear surprised eyes,

Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, (distilled
Almost to jelly with the act of fear,)

Stand dumb and speak not to him.

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.
It lifted up its head, and did address

Itself to motion, like as it would speak;

But, even then, the morning cock crew aloud;
And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
And vanished from our sight,

Ham. "Tis very strange!

Hor. As I do live, my honored 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. We do, my lord.

Ham. Armed, say you?

Hor. Armed, my lord.

Ham. From top to toe?

Hor. 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, looked he frowningly?

Hor. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

Ham. Pale or red?

Hor. Nay, very pale.

Ham. And fixed his eyes upon you?

Hor. Most constantly.

Ham. I would, I had been there.

Hor. It would have much amazed you.

Ham. Very like, very like; staid it long?

Hor.

While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.

Ham. His beard was grizzled? No?—

Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,

A sable silvered.

If

Ham. I'll watch to-night; perchance 'twill walk again.

Hor. I warrant you, 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, Sir,
you have hitherto concealed 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 love: so fare you well,
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
I'll visit you.-Shakspeare.

OTHELLO AND IAGO.

Iago. My noble lord

Othello. What dost thou say, Iago?

Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you wooed my lady, Know of your love?

Oth. He did, from first to last. Why dost thou ask?

Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought;

No further harm.

Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago?

Iago. I did not think, he had been acquainted with her.

Oth. O yes; and went between us very oft.

Iago. Indeed?

Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed.-Discern'st thou aught in that?

Is he not honest ?

Iago. Honest, my lord?

Oth. Ay, honest.

Iago. My lord for aught I know.

Oth. What dost thou think?

Iago. Think, my lord?

Oth. Think, my lord!

Why, thou dost echo me,

As if there were some monster in thy thought
Too hideous to be shown.

Thou dost mean something;

I heard thee say but now: "Thou lik'st not that,"
When Cassius left my wife. What didst not like?
And when I told thee he was of my counsel

In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst: "Indeed!"
And didst contract and purse thy brow together,
As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me,
Show me thy thought.

Iago. My lord, you know I love you.

Oth. I think thou dost :

And, for I know thou art full of love and honesty,

And weigh't thy words before thou giv'st them breath,—

Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more ;
For such things, in a false, disloyal knave,
Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just,
They are close denotements, working from the heart
That passion cannot rule.

Iago. For Michael Cassio,

I dare be sworn, I think that he is honest.

Oth. I think so too.

Iago. Men should be what they seem;

Or, those that be not, 'would they might seem none !

Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem.

Iago. Why then, I think that Cassio is an honest man.

Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this :

I pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinkings,

As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.

Iago. Good my lord, pardon me ; Though I am bound to every act of duty,

I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.

Utter my thoughts! Why, say they are vile and false ?
As where's that palace, whereinto foul things

Sometimes intrude not? Who has a breast so pure,

But some uncleanly apprehensions

Keeps leets, and law-days, and in sessions sit
With meditations lawful?-Shakspeare.

DEATH OF ALEXANDER HAMILTON.

1. A short time since, and he who is the occasion of our sorrows, was the ornament of his country. He stood on an eminence; and glory covered him. From that

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