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in nature Possess it merely。 That it should come to this！ But two months
dead！ Nay； not so much； not two。 So excellent a king； that was to this
Hyperion to a satyr； so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the
winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly。 Heaven and earth！ Must I
remember？ Why； she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had
grown By what it fed on； and yet； within a month… Let me not think on't！
Frailty； thy name is woman！… A little month； or ere those shoes were old
With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe； all tears… why
she； even she （O God！ a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have
mourn'd longer） married with my uncle； My father's brother； but no more
like my father Than I to Hercules。 Within a month； Ere yet the salt of most
unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes； She married。 O；
most wicked speed； to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets！ It is
not； nor it cannot come to good。 But break my heart； for I must hold my
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tongue！
Enter Horatio； Marcellus； and Bernardo。
Hor。 Hail to your lordship！ Ham。 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。 And what make
you from Wittenberg； Horatio？ Marcellus？ Mar。 My good lord！ Ham。 I am
very glad to see you。… ＇To Bernardo＇ Good even； 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 my ear that violence To make it truster of your own report
Against yourself。 I know you 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 prithee 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 bak'd meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables。 Would I had met my dearest
foe in heaven 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 attent ear； till I may deliver Upon the witness of these gentlemen； This
marvel to you。 Ham。 For God's love let me hear！ Hor。 Two nights together
had these gentlemen （Marcellus and Bernardo） on their watch In the dead
vast and middle of the night Been thus encount'red。 A figure like your
father； Armed at point exactly； cap…a…pe； 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； whilst
they distill'd 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？
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Mar。 My lord； 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 it 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 vanish'd from our sight。 Ham。 'Tis very
strange。 Hor。 As I do live； my honour'd lord； 'tis 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 ＇Mar。 and Ber。＇
We do； my lord。 Ham。 Arm'd； say you？ Both。 Arm'd； my lord。 Ham。 From
top to toe？ Both。 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
amaz'd you。 Ham。 Very like； very like。 Stay'd it long？ Hor。 While one with
moderate haste might tell a hundred。 Both。 Longer； longer。 Hor。 Not when
I saw't。 Ham。 His beard was grizzled… no？ 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 warr'nt 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； Let it be tenable in
your silence still； And whatsoever else shall hap to…night； Give it an
understanding but no tongue。 I will requite your loves。 So； fare you well。
Upon the platform； 'twixt eleven and twelve； I'll visit you。 All。 Our duty to
your honour。 Ham。 Your loves； as mine to you。 Farewell。 Exeunt ＇all but
Hamlet＇。 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。 Exit。
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SCENE III。 Elsinore。 A room in the house of
Polonius。
Enter Laertes and Ophelia。
Laer。 My necessaries are embark'd。 Farewell。 And； sister； as the winds
give benefit And convoy is assistant； do not sleep； But let me hear from
you。 Oph。 Do you doubt that？ Laer。 For Hamlet； and the trifling of his
favour； Hold it a fashion； and a toy in blood； A violet in the youth of primy
nature； Forward； not permanent… sweet； not lasting； The perfume and
suppliance of a minute； No more。 Oph。 No more but so？ Laer。 Think it no
more。 For nature crescent does not grow alone In thews and bulk； but as
this temple waxes； The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide
withal。 Perhaps he loves you now； And now no soil nor cautel doth
besmirch The virtue of his will； but you must fear； His greatness weigh'd；
his will is not his own； For he himself is subject to his birth。 He may not；
as unvalued persons do； Carve for himself； for on his choice depends The
safety and health of this whole state； And therefore must his choice be
circumscrib'd Unto the voice and yielding of that body Whereof he is the
head。 Then if he says he loves you； It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
As he in his particular act and place May give his saying deed； which is no
further Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal。 Then weigh what
loss your honour may sustain If with too credent ear you list his songs； Or
lose your heart； or your chaste treasure open To his unmast'red importunity。
Fear it； Ophelia； fear it； my dear sister； And keep you in the rear of your
affection； Out of the shot and danger of desire。 The chariest maid is
prodigal enough If she unmask her beauty to the moon。 Virtue itself
scopes not calumnious strokes。 The canker galls the infants of the spring
Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd； And in the morn and liquid dew
of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent。 Be wary then； best
safety lies in fear。 Youth to itself rebels； though none else near。 Oph。 I shall
th' effect of this good lesson keep As watchman to my heart。 But； good my
brother； Do not as some ungracious pastors do； Show me the steep and
thorny way to heaven； Whiles； like a puff'd and reckless libertine； Himself
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the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own rede。 Laer。 O；