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Iu dreadful secrecy impart they did ;
But where was this? Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we
watch'd. Ham. Did you not speak to it? Hor.
My lord, I did: But answer made it none: yet once, methought, It lifted up its head, and did address 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 down in our duty, To let you know of it. Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles
me. Hold you the watch to-night? AN.
We do, my lord. Ham, Arm’d, say you? All.
Arm'd, my lord. Ham.
From top to toe? All. My lord, from head to foot. Ham.
Then saw you not His face.
Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.
A countenance more
Pale, or red ?
And fix'd his eyes upon you?
I would, I had been there. Hor. It would bave much amaz'd you. Ham.
Very like, Very like: Stay'd it long? Hor. While one with moderate haste might
tell a hundred.
Mar. Ber. Longer, longer.
His beard was grizzl’d? no?
I will watch to-night; Perchance, 'twill walk again.
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 bitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; And whatsoever else shall bap to-night, Give it an understanding, but no tongue; I will requite your loves: So, fare you well: Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, l'll visit you. AN.
Our duty to your honour. Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: Farewell.
(Exeunt HoR. MAR. and BER. My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were
come! Till then sit still, my soul: Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
[Exit. SCENE III. A Room in Polonius' House.
Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA. Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell: And, sister, as the winds give benefit, And convoy is assistant, do not sleep, But let me hear from you. Oph.
Do you doubt that?
Oph. No more but so?
Think it no more:
The inward service of the mind and soul
Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, As watchman to my heart; But,good my brother, Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not bis own read. Laer.
O fear me not. I stay too long ;-But here my father comes.
Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for
shame; The wind sits in the shoulder of yoar sail, And you are staid for: 'There,-my blessing
Tis in my memory lock’d,
[Erit 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 me he hath very oft of late
Given private time to you; and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and boun
teous : If it be so (as so 'tis put on me, And that in way of caution), I must tell you, You do not understand yourself so clearly, As it behoves my daughter, and your bonour: What is between you give me up the truth. Oph. He hath, my lord, of late, made many
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 (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, Wronging it thus), you'll tender me a fool. Oph. My lord, he hath importun'd me with
love, In honourable fasbion.
Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to. Oph. And hath given countenance to his
speech, my lord, 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: these blazes, daughter, Giving more light than heat,-extinct in both, Even in their promise, as it is a making, You must not take for fire. From this time, Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence; Set your entreatments at a higher rate, Than a command to parley. For lord Hamlet, Believe so much in him, That he is young; And with a larger tether may he walk, Than may be given you : In few, Ophelia, Do not believe his vows: for they are brokers, Not of that dye which their investments show,