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An understanding simple, and unschoold:
For what we know must be, and is as common
As any the moft vulgar thing to sense,
Why should we, in our peevish opposition,
Take it to heart? fie! 'tis a fault to heav'n,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd, whose common theam
Is death of fathers, and who still hath cry'd,
From the first coarse, 'cill he that died to-day,
This must be so. We pray you throw to earth
This unavailing' woe, and think of us
As of a father : for let the world take note,
You are the most immediate to our throne,
And 7' with no less nobility of love,
Than that which deareft father bears his son,
Do I impart tow'rd you. For your intent
In going back to school to Wittenberg,
It is most retrograde to our desire:
And we beseech you, bend you to remain
Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
Our chiefeft courtier, cousin, and our son.

Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet :
I pr’ythee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.
Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, Madam.

King. Why, 'tis a loving, and a fair reply ; Be as our self in Denmark. Madam, come; This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling & 'at' my heart ; in grace whereof, No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day, But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell it; And the King's rowse the heavens shall bruit again, Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. [Exeunt.


Manet Hamlet.
Ham, Oh that this too too folid flesh would melt,

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Thaw, and resolve it self into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fixt
His canon 'gainst self-Naughter! Oh God! ah God!
How weary, ftale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world?
Fie on't! oh fie! 'cis an unweeded garden
That grows to feed ; things rank, and gross in nature
Possess it meerly. That it should come to this!
Bur two months dead ! nay, not so much; not two,
So excellent a King, that was to this,
Hyperion to a fatyr: fo loving to my mother,
That he might not let e'en' the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth!
Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on ; yet within a month!
Let me not think Frailty, thy name is woman!
A little month or e'er those shoes were old
With which the follow'd my poor father's body,
Like Niobe, all tears Why she, ev'n she,
Oh heav'n! a beast that wants discourse of reason
Would have mourn'd longer-married with mine uncles
My father's brother ; but no more like my father,
Than I to Hercules. Within a month!-

yet the salt of moft uprighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She married. Oh most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous Theets:
It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

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Enter Horatio, Bernardo, and Marcellus. Hor. Hail to your Lordship!

Ham. I am glad to see you well; Horatio, or I do forget my self.


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Hor. The same, my Lord, and your poor servant ever:

Ham.Sir, my good friend, I'll change that name with you: And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ? Marcellus !

Mar. My good Lord

Ham. I am very glad to see you ; good morning, Sir. But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg ?

Hor. A truant disposition, good my Lord.

Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so ;
Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
To make it trufter of your own report
Against your self. I know you are no truant ;
But what is your affair in Ellinoor?
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-student ; 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 dearest foe in heav'n,
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio !
My father--methinks I see my father.

Hor. O 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!

Hor. Season your admiration for a while
With an attentive ear ; 'till I deliver
Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
This marvel to you.
Ham. For heav'n's love, let me hear.


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Hor. Two nights together had thefe gentlemen,
Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,
In the dead waste and middle of the night,
Been thus encountred. A figure like your father,
Arm'd at all points exactly, Cap-a-pe,
Appears before them, and with folemn march
Goes now and stately by them; thrice he walk'd,
By their opprest and fear-surprized eyes,
Within his truncheon's lengths whilst they (distillid
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,
Where as they had deliver’d, 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?
Mar. My Lord, upon the platform where we watcht.
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
It self 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 vanisht from our fight.

Ham. 'Tis very strange.

Hor. As I do live, my honour'd Lord, 'cis true;
And we did think it writ down in our duty
To let you know of it.

Ham. Indeed, indeed, Sirs, but this troubles' me.
Hold you the watch to-night?

Both. We do, my Lord.
· Ham. Armid, say you?
Both. Arm’d, my Lord.
Ham. From top to toe?
Both, My Lord, from head to foot.


Ham. Then faw you not his face?
Hor. Oh yes, my Lord, he wore his bever up.
Ham. What, look'd he frowningly?
Hor. A countnance more in sorrow than in

Ham. Pale, or red ?
Hor. Nay, very pale.
Ham. And fixt his eyes upon you?
Hor. Most constantly.
Ham, I would I had been there.
Hor. It would have much amaz'd you.
Ham. Very like; staid it long?
Hor. While one with moderate hafte might tell a hundred.
Both. Longer, longer.
Hor. Not when I law't.
Ham. His beard was grisly?

Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
A sable filver'd.

Ham. I'll watch to-night ; perchance 'cwill walk again.
Hor. I warrant you it will.

Ham. If it assume my noble father's person,
I'll speak to it, tho' hell it self should gape
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
If you have hitherto conceal'd this light,
Let it be treble in your filence ftill:
And whatsoever shall befall to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue;
I will requite your loves : so, fare ye well. .
Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve
All. Our duty to your Honour.

Ham. Your love, as mine to you: farewel.
My father's spirit in arms! all is not well ;
I doubt some foul play: would the night were come ;
'Till then fit still, my soul : foul deeds will rise,
(Tho' all the earth o'erwhelm chem) to mens eyes. [Exit.

l'll visit you.

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