206147King Lordes, we here haue writ to Fortenbrasse,

207148Nephew to olde Norway, who impudent

208149And bed-rid, scarcely heares of this his

209150Nephews purpose: and Wee heere dispatch

213151Yong good Cornelia, and you Voltemar

214152For bearers of these greetings to olde

153Norway, giuing to you no further personall power

216154To businesse with the King,

155Then those related articles do shew:

218156Farewell, and let your haste commend your dutie.

219157Gent. In this and all things will wee shew our dutie.

220158King. Wee doubt nothing, hartily farewel:

222159And now Leartes, what's the news with you?

223160You said you had a sute what i'st Leartes?

231161Lea. My gratious Lord, your fauorable licence,

231.1162Now that the funerall rites are all performed,

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232163I may haue leaue to go againe to France,

232.1164For though the fauour of your grace might stay mee,

232.2165Yet something is there whispers in my hart,

236166Which makes my minde and spirits bend all for France.

238167King: Haue you your fathers leaue, Leartes?

240168Cor. He hath, my lord, wrung from me a forced graunt,

241169And I beseech you grant your Highnesse leaue.

241.1170King With all our heart, Leartes fare thee well.

171 Lear. I in all loue and dutie take my leaue.

244172King. And now princely Sonne Hamlet, Exit.

246173What meanes these sad and melancholy moodes?

294174For your intent going to Wittenberg,

296175Wee hold it most vnmeet and vnconuenient,

296.1176Being the Ioy and halfe heart of your mother.

297177Therefore let mee intreat you stay in Court,

299178All Denmarkes hope our coosin and dearest Sonne.

258179Ham. My lord, ti's not the sable sute I weare:

261180No nor the teares that still stand in my eyes,

262181Nor the distracted hauiour in the visage,

263182Nor all together mixt with outward semblance,

263.1183Is equall to the sorrow of my heart,

263.2184Him haue I lost I must of force forgoe,

267185These but the ornaments and sutes of woe.

268186King This shewes a louing care in you, Sonne Hamlet,

271187But you must thinke your father lost a father,

272188That father dead, lost his, and so shalbe vntill the

272.1189Generall ending. Therefore cease laments,

283190It is a fault gainst heauen, fault gainst the dead,

284191A fault gainst nature, and in reasons

252192Common course most certaine,

193None liues on earth, but hee is borne to die.

300194Que. Let not thy mother loose her praiers H amlet,

301195Stay here with vs, go not to Wittenburg.

302196Ham. I shall in all my best obay you madam.

304197King Spoke like a kinde and a most louing Sonne,

308198And there's no health the King shall drinke to day,

309199But the great Canon to the clowdes shall tell

310200The rowse the King shall drinke vnto Prince Hamlet.

313202Ham. O that this too much grieu'd and sallied flesh

203Would melt to nothing, or that the vniuersall

313.1204Globe of heauen would turne al to a Chaos!

316205O God, within two months; no not two: married,

330206Mine vncle: O let me not thinke of it,

336207My fathers brother: but no more like

208My father, then I to Hercules.

337209Within two months, ere yet the salt of most

338210Vnrighteous teares had left their flushing

334211In her galled eyes: she married, O God, a beast

212Deuoyd of reason would not haue made

213Such speede: Frailtie, thy name is Woman,

327214Why she would hang on him, as if increase

328215Of appetite had growne by what it looked on.

340216O wicked wicked speede, to make such

341217Dexteritie to incestuous sheetes,

331218Ere yet the shooes were olde,

332219The which she followed my dead fathers corse

333220Like Nyobe, all teares: married, well it is not,

342221Nor it cannot come to good:

343222But breake my heart, for I must holde my tongue.

345224Hor. Health to your Lordship.

346225Ham. I am very glad to see

you, (Horatio) or I much

347226forget my selfe.

348227Hor. The same my Lord, and your poore seruant euer.

350228Ham. O my good friend, I change that name with you:

352229but what make you from Wittenberg Horatio?

353230Marcellus.

354231Marc. My good Lord.

355232Ham. I am very glad to see you, good euen sirs:

362233But what is your affaire in Elsenoure?

363234Weele teach you to drinke deepe ere you depart.

357235Hor. A trowant disposition, my good Lord.

359236Ham. Nor shall you make mee truster

360237Of your owne report against your selfe:

361238Sir, I know you are no trowant:

239But what is your affaire in Elsenoure?

364240Hor. My good Lord, I came to see your fathers funerall.

365241Ham. O I pre thee do not mocke mee fellow studient,

366242I thinke it was to see my mothers wedding.

367243Hor. Indeede my Lord, it followed hard vpon.

368244 Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio, the funerall bak't meates

369245Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables,

370246Would I had met my deerest foe in heauen

371247Ere euer I had seene that day Horatio;

372248O my father, my father, me thinks I see my father.

373249Hor. Where my Lord?

374250Ham. Why, in my mindes eye Horatio.

375251Hor. I saw him once, he was a gallant King.

376252Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all,

377253I shall not looke vpon his like againe.

378254Hor. My Lord, I thinke I saw him yesternight,

379255Ham. Saw, who?

380256Hor. My Lord, the King your father.

381257Ham. Ha, ha, the King my father ke you.

382258Hor. Ceasen your admiration for a while

383259With an attentiue eare, till I may deliuer,

384260Vpon the witnesse of these Gentlemen

385261This wonder to you.

386262Ham. For Gods loue let me heare it.

387263Hor. Two nights together had these Gentlemen,

388264Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,

389265In the dead vast and middle of the night.

390266Beene thus incountered by a figure like your father,

391267Armed to poynt, exactly Capapea

392268Appeeres before them thrise, he walkes

394269Before their weake and feare oppressed eies

395270Within his tronchions length,

271While they distilled almost to gelly.

396272With the act of feare stands dumbe,

397273And speake not to him: this to mee

398274In dreadfull secresie impart they did.

399275And I with them the third night kept the watch,

400276Where as they had deliuered forme of the thing.

401277Each part made true and good,

402278The Apparition comes: I knew your father,

403279These handes are not more like.

414280Ham. Tis very strange.

415281Hor. As I do liue, my honord lord, tis true,

416282And wee did thinke it right done,

283In our dutie to let you know it.

404284Ham. Where was this?

405285Mar. My Lord, vpon the platforme where we watched.

406286Ham. Did you not speake to it?

407287Hor. My Lord we did, but answere made it none,

408288Yet once me thought it was about to speake,

409289And lifted vp his head to motion,

410290Like as he would speake, but euen then

411291The morning cocke crew lowd, and in all haste,

412292It shruncke in haste away, and vanished

413293Our sight.

418294Ham. Indeed, indeed sirs, but this troubles me:

419295Hold you the watch to night?

420296All We do my Lord.

421297Ham. Armed say ye?

422298All Armed my good Lord.

423299Ham. From top to toe?

424300All. My good Lord, from head to foote.

425301Ham. Why then saw you not his face?

426302Hor. O yes my Lord, he wore his beuer vp.

427303Ham. How look't he, frowningly?

428304Hor. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

429305Ham. Pale, or red?

430306Hor. Nay, verie pal

C H am.

431307Ham. And fixt his eies vpon you.

432308Hor. Most constantly.

433309Ham. I would I had beene there.

434310Hor. It would a much amazed you.

435311Ham. Yea very like, very like, staid it long?

436312Hor. While one with moderate pace

313Might tell a hundred.

437314Mar. O longer, longer.

439315Ham. His beard was grisleld, no.

440316Hor. It was as I haue seene it in his life,

441317A sable siluer.

442318Ham. I wil watch to night, perchance t'wil walke againe.

443319Hor. I warrant it will.

444320Ham. If it assume my noble fathers person,

445321Ile speake to it, if hell it selfe should gape,

446322And bid me hold my peace, Gentlemen,

447323If you haue hither consealed this sight,

448324Let it be tenible in your silence still,

449325And whatsoeuer else shall chance to night,

450326Giue it an vnderstanding, but no tongue,

451327I will requit your loues, so fare you well,

452328Vpon the platforme, twixt eleuen and twelue,

453329Ile visit you.

454330All. Our duties to your honor. excunt.

455331Ham. O your loues, your loues, as mine to you,

332Farewell, my fathers spirit in Armes,

456333Well, all's not well. I doubt some foule play,

457334Would the night were come,

458335Till then, sit still my soule, foule deeds will rise

459336Though all the world orewhelme them to mens eies. Exit.