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Ham. I'll watch to-night ; perchance, 'twill walk
Ham. If it assume my noble father's person,
have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
well. [Exeunt BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS. Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
I'll visit you.
Hor. Our duty to your honour.
An Apartment in Polonius' House.
Enter OPHELIA, and LAERTES.
Oph. Do you doubt that?
Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood; He may not, as unvalued persons do, Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
The safety and the health of this whole state;
list his songs;
Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep
Laer. O, fear me not.
Enter POLONIUS. Pol. Yét here, Laertes ! aboard, aboard, for shame; The wind sits in the shoulder of
sail, And you are staid for.
Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord,
Oph. "Tis in my memory lock'd.
[Exit LAERTES, Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? Oph. So please you, something touching the Lord
Hamlet. Pol. Marry, well bethought: 'Tis told to me, he hath very oft of late Given private time to you; and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and bounte
If it be so, (as so 'tis put on me,
You do not understand yourself so clearly,
tenders Of his affection to me.
Pol. Affection? puh! you speak like a green girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Do
you believe his tenders, as you call them? Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should think,
Pol. Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby; That you
have ta’en these tenders for true pay, Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly; Or you'll tender me a fool.
Oph. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love, In honourable fashion.
Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.
Oph. And hath given countenance to his speech, With almost all the holy vows of Heaven,
Pol, Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know, When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows. This is for all, I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth, Have you so slander any moment's leisure, As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. Look to't, I charge you; come your ways. Oph. I shall obey, my lord.
Hor. I think, it lacks of twelve.
Hor. I heard it not; it then draws near the season, Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
(Flourish of Music, and Ordnance shot off, within. What does this mean, my lord ? Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes his
Ham. Ay, marry, is't:
Enter Ghost. Hor. Look, my lord, it comes !
Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us !
Hor. It beckons you to go
Hor. No, by no means.
Ham. Why? what should be the fear?
Ham. It waves me still-
Mar. You shall not go, my lord.
hands. Hor. Be ruļd, you shall not go.
Ham. My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.Stiļl am I call'd-unhand me, gentlemen ; By Heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that letts me ;--
[Breaking from them, I say, away :-Go on, I'll follow thee.
[Exeunt Ghost and HAMLET-HORATIO and