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'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Of impious stubbornness; 't is unmanly grief;
This unprevailing woe; and think of us
1 Obsequious, mourning (i.e. referring to "obsequies").
In going back to school in Wittenberg,
I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg. Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam. King. Why, 't is a loving and a fair reply: Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come; This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof, No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day, But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell, And the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit again,
Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away, [Exeunt all except Hamlet. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
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,1 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 encounter'd. A figure like your father,
Arméd at point, exactly, cap-à-pé,
And vanish'd from our sight.
Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles
Hold you the watch to-night?
Ham. Arm'd, say you?
Ham. Pale or red?
And fix'd his eyes upon you?
Hor. Nay, very pale.
We do, my lord.
Mar. Ber. 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; 242 Perchance 't will walk again.
Hor. I warrant 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: 250 I will requite your loves. So, fare you well: Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, I'll visit you.
2 Beaver, the front part of the helmet.
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 cautel2 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 unvalu'd persons do, Carve for himself; for on his choice depends The safety and the health of the 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,
1 Toy, caprice.
3 Credent, i.e. credulous.
2 Cautel, craft.
It fits your wisdom so far to believe it,
[Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open
Oph. Ishall the effect of this good lesson keep, As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,