Ham. In the dead waste and middle of the night, father, A figure like your Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pie, By their oppressed and fear-surprised eyes, 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; 200 205 Where, as they had delivered, both in time, Form of the thing, each word made true and 210 good, The apparition comes. I knew your father; These hands are not more like. But where was this? It lifted up it head and did address Itself to motion, like as it would speak; 220 Ham. But even then the morning cock crew loud, 'T is very strange. Hor. As I do live, my honored lord, 't is true, And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it. Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs. me. But this troubles Ham. Then saw you not his face? 230 Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. Ham. What, looked he frowningly? Ham. I would I had been there. 235 Hor. It would have much amazed you. Ham. Very like, very like. Stayed it long? Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, Ham. A sable silvered. His beard was grizzled? No? 240 I will watch to-night; Perchance 't will walk again. Hor. All. I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape Let it be tenable in your silence still; I will requite your loves. So, fare you well. 250 Our duty to your honour. [Exeunt all but Hamlet. Ham. Your loves, as mine to you; farewell. My father's spirit in arms! All is not well; I doubt some foul play. were come! Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise, men's eyes. [Exit. 10 SCENE III. A room in Polonius's house. Enter Laertes and Ophelia. Laer. My necessaries are embarked, farewell; Oph. Do you doubt that? 5 Laer. For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour, Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood, 15 Oph. Laer. A violet in the youth of primy nature, No more but so? Think it no more: For nature crescent does not grow alone now, And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch own; For he himself is subject to his birth. He may not, as unvalued persons do, Carve for himself, for on his choice depends 20 The safety and health of this whole state; And therefore must his choice be circum scribed Unto the voice and yielding of that body loves you, Then if he says he It fits your wisdom so far to believe it May give his saying deed; which is no further If with too credent ear you list his songs, Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open To his unmastered importunity. Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister, 25 30 35 40 |