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which she follow'd my poor father's body,

      Like Niobe, all tears;—she married with my uncle,

      My father's brother; but no more like my father

      Than I to Hercules.

      It is not, nor it cannot come to, good:

      But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue!

      Enter Horatio, Bernardo, and Marcellus R.H.

      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:52

      And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?—

      Marcellus?

      [Crosses to C.]

      Mar. (R.) My good lord—

      Ham. (C.) I am very glad to see you; good even, sir.

      [To Bernardo, R.]

      But what, in faith,53 make you54 from Wittenberg?55

      Hor. (L.) A truant disposition, good my lord.

      Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so;

      Nor shall you do mine 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 pray thee, 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 foe56 in Heaven

      Ere ever I had seen that day, Horatio!

      My father—Methinks, I see my father.

      Hor.

      Where,

      My lord?

      Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio.

      Hor. I saw him once; he was a goodly king.57

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

      I shall not look upon his like again.

      [Crosses to L.]

      Hor. (C.) 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 while58

      With an attent ear; till I may deliver,

      Upon the witness of these gentlemen,

      This marvel to you.

      Ham.

      For Heaven's love, let me hear.

      Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen,

      Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,

      In the dead waste and middle of the night,59

      Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,

      Arm'd at all points exactly, cap-à-pé,

      Appears before them, and, with solemn march

      Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd

      By their oppress'd and fear-surprisèd eyes,

      Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distill'd

      Almost to jelly with the act of fear,60

      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.

      Ham. But where was this?

      [Crosses to Marcellus.]

      Mar. (R.) My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.

      Ham. (C.) Did you not speak to it?

      Hor. (L.)

      My lord, I did;

      But answer made it none: yet once methought

      It lifted up its head, and did address61

      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 down62 in our duty

      To let you know of it.

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

      Hold you the watch to-night?

      Mar.

      We do, my lord.

      Ham. Arm'd, say you?

      Mar.

      Arm'd, my lord.

      Ham.

      From top to toe?

      Mar. My lord, from head to foot.

      Ham.

      Then saw you not

      His face?

      Hor.

      O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.63

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