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HAMLET, HORATIO, MARCELLUS, AND BERNARDO.
Horatio. Hail to your lordship.
Hamlet. I am glad to see you well: Horatio — or I do forget myself.
Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you.
Marcellus. -My good lord
Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even, sir. (to Bernardo.) But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.
Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so:
Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student; I think, it was to see my mother's wedding.
Hor. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.
Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio: the funeral-baked meats
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?
Hot. My lord, the king your father.
Ham. The king my father!
Hor. Season your admiration for a while,
Ham. For God's love, let me hear.
Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, in their watch, In the dead waste and middle of the night, Been thus encounter'd. 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 walk'd, By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, Within his truncheon's length; while they, distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me, In dreadful secresy impart they did; And I with them, the third night, kept the watch, Where, as they had delivered, 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. But where was this?
Hor. 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 loud; And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, And vanished from our sight.
Ham. 'Tis very strange.
Hor. As I do live, my honor'd lord, 'tis true:
Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
All. We do, my lord.
Ham. Arm'd, say you?
All. Arm'd, my lord.
Ham. From top to toe 1
All. 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, look'd he frowningly?
Hor. A countenance more In sorrow than in anger.
Ham. Pale, or red?
Hor. Nay, very pale.
Ham. And fix'd his eyes upon you?
Hor. Most constantly.
Ham. I would, I had been there.
Hor. It would have much amazed you.
Ham. Very like,
Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
Mar. Ber. Longer, longer.
Hor. Not when I saw it.
Ham. His beard was grizzled? No 1
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd.
Ham. I will watch to-night! Perchance 'twill walk again.
Hor. I warrant, 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 all,
If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
All. Our duty to your honor.
Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: Farewell.
HAMLET AND THE GHOST.
Hamlet. Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak; I'll go no further.
Ghost. Mark me.
Ham. I will.
Ghost. My hour is almost come,
Ham. Alas, poor ghost!
Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold.
Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear.
Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
Ghost. I am thy father's spirit:
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Ham. Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift
Ham. O, my prophetic soul! my uncle!