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And, princes, all, believe me I beseech you
My father is gone
wild into his grave;
: For in his tomb lie my affections;
And with his spirit sadly I survive,
To mock the expectations of the world
:To frustråte prophecies, and to raze out
Rotten opinion, which hath writ me down
After my seeming. Though my tide of blood
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity till now;
Now doth it turn and ebb back to the sea,
Where it shall mingle with the state of floods,
And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
Now call we our high court of parliament ;
And let us choose fuchi limbs of noble counfel,
That the great body of our state may go
In equal rank with the best govern’d nation ;
That war or peace, or both at once, may
As things acquainted and familiar to us,
In which you, father, hall have foremost hand.
Our coronation done, we will accite
(As I before remember'd) all our fate,
And (Heav'n configning to my good intents)
No prince, n
peer, shall have just caufe to fay, Heay'n Morten Harry's happy life one day.
ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY AND BISHOP
Carr. My Lord, I'll tell you ; that felf bill is urg’d,
Which, in th' cleventh year o'th' last King's reign,
Was like, and had indeed against us pass’d,
But that the scrambling and unquiet time
Did push it out of further question.
Ely. But how, my Lord, shall we resist it now?
Cant. It must be thought on. If it pass against us,
We lose the better half of our possessions :
For all the temporal lands which men devuut
By testament have given to the church,
Would they strip from us : being valu'd thus;
As much as would maintain, to the king's honour,
Full fifteen Earls, and fifteen hundred Knights,
Six thousand and two hundred good Esquires ;
And to relief of lazars, and weak
Of indigent faint fouls, paft corporal toil,
A hundred alms-houses, right well supply'd ;
And to the coffers of the king, beside,
A thousand pounds by th' year. Thus runs the bill,
Ely. This would drink deep.
Cant. 'Twould drink the cup and all.
Ely. But what prevention ?
Cant. The king is full of grace and fair regard.
ELY. And a true lover of the holy church.
Cant. The courses of his youth promis'd it not
The breath no fooner left his father's body,
But that his wildness, mortify'd in him,
Seem'd' to die too; yea, at the very moment,
Consideration, like an angel, came,
And whipp'd th' offending Adam out of him,
Leaving his body as a paradise,
'T invelope and contain celestial spirits.
Never was such a sudden scholar made;
Never came reformation in a flood
With such a heady current, scouring faults:
Nor ever Hydra-headed wilfulness
So soon did lose his feat, and all at once,
As in this king.
ELY. We're blessed in the change.
Cant. Hear him but reason in divinity,
And all admiring, with an inward with
You would desire, the king were made a prelate,
Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs,
You'd say, it had been all in all his study.
List his discourse of war, and you shall hear
A fearful battle rendered you in music.
Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter. When he speaks,
The air, a charter'd libertine, is still ;
And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears,
To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences :
So that the act, and practic part of life,
Must be the mistress to this theorique.
Which is a wonder how his grace should glean it,
Since his addiction was to courses vain ;
His companies unletter'd, rude, and shallow;
His hours fill'd up with riots, banquets, sports;
And never noted in him any study,
Any retirement, any sequestration,
From open haunts, and popularity.
Ely. The strawberry grows underneath the nettle,
And wholesome berries thrive and ripen beft,
Neighbour'd by fruit of bafer quality :
And so the prince obscur'd his contemplation
Under the veil of wildness ; which, no doubt,
Grew like the summer-grass, faftest by night,
Unseen, yet cressive in his faculty.
Cant. It must be so : for miracles ceas'd:
And therefore we must needs admit the means,
How things are perfected.
HAMLET AND HORATIO.
Hor. HAIL to your lorddhip!
Ham. I am glad to see you well;
Horatio, or I do forget myself.
Hor. The fame, my lord, and your poor fervant ever.
Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with
And what makes you from Wittenberg, Horatio ?
Hor. A truant difpofition, good my lord,
HAM. I would not hear your enemy say so;
Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
To make it truster of your own report
Against yourself. I know yo are no truant ;
But what is your affair in Elsinore ?
We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
HAM. I pr'ythee do not mock me, fellow-ftudent;
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 deareft foe in heav'n,
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio !
My father-methinks I see 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!
admiration but a while,
With an attentive ear ; till I 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 their watch,
In the dead waste and middle of the night,
Been thus encounter'd: A figure, like your father,
Arm'd at all points exactly, cap-à-pè,
Appears before them, and with solemn march
Goes slow and fately by them; thrice he walk'd
By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,
Within his truncheon's length ; whilft they (diftilla
Almost to jelly with the effect 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,