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The Tragedie of Hamlet. 155
353Marcellus.
354Mar. My good Lord.
356But what in faith make you from Wittemberge?
359Nor shall you doe mine eare that violence,
360To make it truster of your owne report
363Wee'l teach you to drinke deepe, ere you depart.
365Ham. I pray thee doe not mock me (fellow Student)
366I thinke it was to see my Mothers Wedding.
367Hor. Indeed my Lord, it followed hard vpon.
368Ham. Thrift, thrift Horatio: the Funerall Bakt-meats
369Did coldly furnish forth the Marriage Tables;
370Would I had met my dearest foe in heauen,
371Ere I had euer seene that day Horatio.
372My father, me thinkes I see my father.
373Hor. Oh where my Lord?
374Ham. In my minds eye (Horatio)
376Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all:
377I shall not look vpon his like againe.
379Ham. Saw? Who?
380Hor. My Lord, the King your Father.
381Ham. The King my Father?
383With an attent eare; till I may deliuer
385This maruell to you.
386Ham. For Heauens loue let me heare.
388(Marcellus and Barnardo) on their Watch
389In the dead wast and middle of the night
390Beene thus encountred. A figure like your Father,
391Arm'd at all points exactly, Cap a Pe,
392Appeares before them, and with sollemne march
397Stand dumbe and speake not to him. This to me
398In dreadfull secrecie impart they did,
399And I with them the third Night kept the Watch,
400Whereas they had deliuer'd both in time,
401Forme of the thing; each word made true and good,
402The Apparition comes. I knew your Father:
403These hands are not more like.
404Ham. But where was this?
405Mar. My Lord, vpon the platforme where we watcht.
407Hor. My Lord, I did;
408But answere made it none: yet once me thought
409It lifted vp it head, and did addresse
411But euen then, the Morning Cocke crew lowd;
415Hor. As I doe liue my honourd Lord 'tis true;
416And we did thinke it writ downe in our duty
417To let you know of it.
418Ham. Indeed, indeed Sirs; but this troubles me.
419Hold you the watch to Night?
420Both. We doe my Lord.
422Both. Arm'd, my Lord.
423Ham. From top to toe?
424Both. My Lord, from head to foote.
426Hor. O yes, my Lord, he wore his Beauer vp.
427Ham. What, lookt he frowningly?
429Ham. Pale, or red?
430Hor. Nay very pale.
433Ham. I would I had beene there.
434Hor. It would haue much amaz'd you.
437All. Longer, longer.
441A Sable Siluer'd.
443Hor. I warrant you it will.
446And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
447If you haue hitherto conceald this sight;
450Giue it an vnderstanding but no tongue;
451I will requite your loues; so, fare ye well:
452Vpon the Platforme twixt eleuen and twelue,
453Ile visit you.
455Ham. Your loue, as mine to you: farewell.
456My Fathers Spirit in Armes? All is not well:
457I doubt some foule play: would the Night were come;
459Though all the earth orewhelm them to mens eies. Exit.
460Scena Tertia.
461 Enter Laertes and Ophelia.
465But let me heare from you.
466Ophel. Doe you doubt that?
468Hold it a fashion and a toy in Bloud;
469A Violet in the youth of Primy Nature;
471The suppliance of a minute? No more.
473Laer. Thinke it no more:
474For nature cressant does not grow alone,
475In thewes and Bulke: but as his Temple waxes,
476The inward seruice of the Minde and Soule
477Growes wide withall. Perhaps he loues you now,
479The vertue of his feare: but you must feare
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