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175Scena Secunda.
176 Enter Claudius King of Denmarke, Gertrude the Queene,
177Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes, and his Sister O-
178phelia, Lords Attendant..
179King. Though yet of Hamlet our deere Brothers death
180The memory be greene: and that it vs befitted
181To beare our hearts in greefe, and our whole Kingdome
182To be contracted in one brow of woe:
185Together with remembrance of our selues.
187Th'Imperiall Ioyntresse of this warlike State,
188Haue we, as 'twere, with a defeated ioy,
189With one Auspicious, and one Dropping eye,
190With mirth in Funerall, and with Dirge in Marriage,
191In equall Scale weighing Delight and Dole
192Taken to Wife; nor haue we heerein barr'd
193Your better Wisedomes, which haue freely gone
194With this affaire along, for all our Thankes.
195Now followes, that you know young Fortinbras,
197Or thinking by our late deere Brothers death,
198Our State to be disioynt, and out of Frame,
199Colleagued with the dreame of his Aduantage;
202Lost by his Father: with all Bonds of Law
203To our most valiant Brother. So much for him.
204 Enter Voltemand and Cornelius.
205Now for our selfe, and for this time of meeting
207To Norway, Vncle of young Fortinbras,
210His further gate heerein. In that the Leuies,
211The Lists, and full proportions are all made
213You good Cornelius, and you Voltemand,
214For bearing of this greeting to old Norway,
215Giuing to you no further personall power
217Of these dilated Articles allow:
218Farewell, and let your hast commend your duty.
220King. We doubt it nothing, heartily farewell.
221Exit Voltemand and Cornelius.
222And now Laertes, what's the newes with you?
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227The Head is not more Natiue to the Heart,
228The Hand more Instrumentall to the Mouth,
229Then is the Throne of Denmarke to thy Father.
230What would'st thou haue Laertes?
231Laer. Dread my Lord,
232Your leaue and fauour to returne to France,
233From whence, though willingly I came to Denmarke
234To shew my duty in your Coronation,
236My thoughts and wishes bend againe towards France,
237And bow them to your gracious leaue and pardon.
238King. Haue you your Fathers leaue?
239What sayes Pollonius?
240Pol. He hath my Lord:
241I do beseech you giue him leaue to go.
242King. Take thy faire houre Laertes, time be thine,
244But now my Cosin Hamlet, and my Sonne?
249And let thine eye looke like a Friend on Denmarke.
250Do not for euer with thy veyled lids
251Seeke for thy Noble Father in the dust;
253Passing through Nature, to Eternity.
254Ham. I Madam, it is common.
255Queen. If it be;
257Ham. Seemes Madam? Nay, it is: I know not Seemes:
258'Tis not alone my Inky Cloake (good Mother)
261No, nor the fruitfull Riuer in the Eye,
263Together with all Formes, Moods, shewes of Griefe,
264That can denote me truly. These indeed Seeme,
265For they are actions that a man might play:
267These, but the Trappings, and the Suites of woe.
269In your Nature Hamlet,
270To giue these mourning duties to your Father:
278A Heart vnfortified, a Minde impatient,
280For, what we know must be, and is as common
283Take it to heart? Fye, 'tis a fault to Heauen,
284A fault against the Dead, a fault to Nature,
286Is death of Fathers, and who still hath cried,
289This vnpreuayling woe, and thinke of vs
290As of a Father; For let the world take note,
291You are the most immediate to our Throne,
292And with no lesse Nobility of Loue,
293Then that which deerest Father beares his Sonne,
294Do I impart towards you. For your intent
295In going backe to Schoole in Wittenberg,
297And we beseech you, bend you to remaine
298Heere in the cheere and comfort of our eye,
301I prythee stay with vs, go not to Wittenberg.
303Obey you Madam.
304King. Why 'tis a louing, and a faire Reply,
305Be as our selfe in Denmarke. Madam come,
306This gentle and vnforc'd accord of Hamlet
307Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof,
308No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day,
309But the great Cannon to the Clowds shall tell,
310And the Kings Rouce, the Heauens shall bruite againe,
312 Manet Hamlet.
318Seemes to me all the vses of this world?
320That growes to Seed: Things rank, and grosse in Nature
322But two months dead: Nay, not so much; not two,
323So excellent a King, that was to this
324Hiperion to a Satyre: so louing to my Mother,
325That he might not beteene the windes of heauen
326Visit her face too roughly. Heauen and Earth
328As if encrease of Appetite had growne
329By what it fed on; and yet within a month?
330Let me not thinke on't: Frailty, thy name is woman.
332With which she followed my poore Fathers body
335Would haue mourn'd longer) married with mine Vnkle,
336My Fathers Brother: but no more like my Father,
337Then I to Hercules. Within a Moneth?
342It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
343But breake my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
344 Enter Horatio, Barnard, and Marcellus.
347Horatio, or I do forget my selfe.
349And your poore Seruant euer.
350Ham. Sir my good friend,
351Ile change that name with you:
352And what make you from Wittenberg Horatio?
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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.