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Ham. I'll watch to-night; perchance, 'twill walk
Ham. If it assume my noble father's person,
well. (Exeunt BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS. Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, I'll visit you. Hor. Our duty to your.
honour. Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.
[Exit HORATIO. 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.
An Apartment in POLONIUS' House.
Enter OPHELIA, and LAERTES.
doubt that? Laer. For Hamlet, and the trilling of his favour, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood; He may not, as unvalued persons do, Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
The safety and the health of this whole state;
honour may sustain, If with too credent ear you
Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep
Laer. O, fear me not.
Enter PoloNIUS. Pol. Yet here, Laertes ! aboard, aboard, for shame; The wind sits in the shoulder of
sail, And you are staid for.
Laer. Most humbly do. I take my leave, my lord,
Oph. "Tis in my memory lock’d.
[Exit LAERTES. Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? Oph. So please you, something touching the Lord
Hamlet. Pol. Marry, well bethought: 'Tis told to me, he hath very oft of late Given private time to you; and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and bounte
ous; If it be so, (as so 'tis put on me, And that in way of caution,) I must tell you,
You do not understand yourself so clearly,
tenders Of his affection to me.
Pol. Affection? puh! 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. 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 you'll tender me a fool.
Oph. My lord, he hath importund me with love, In honourable fashion.
Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.
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 Lends the tongue vows. This is for all, I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth, Have you so slander any moment's leisure, As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. Look to't, I charge you; come your ways. Oph. I shall obey, my lord.
Hor. I think, it lacks of twelve,
Hor. I heard it not; it then draws near the season, Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
[Flourish of Music, and Ordnance shot off, within. What does this
lord ? Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes his
Hor. Is it a custom?
Ham. Ay, marry, is't: But to my mind,—though I am native here, And to the manner born,—it is a custom More honour'd in the breach, than the observance.
Enter GHOST. Hor. Look, my lord, it comes !
Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from Heaven, or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father.—Royal Dane, O answer me! Let me not burst in ignorance !, but tell, Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, Have burst their cerements ! why the sepulchre, Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn’d, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again! What may
Hor. It beckons you to go with it, As if it some impartment did desire To you alone.
Mar. Look, with what courteous action
Hor. No, by no means.
Ham. Why? what should be the fear?
Ham. It waves me still-
Mar. You shall not go, my lord.
Ham. My fate cries out,
[Breaking from them. I say, away :-Go on, I'll follow thee.
[Exeunt Ghost and HAMLET--Horatio and