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Of this post-haste and romage in the land.
Ber. I think, it be no other, but even so: Well may it sort, that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch; so like the king That was, and is, the question of these wars.
Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun, and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. And even the like precurse of fierce events,As harbingers preceding still the fates, And prologue to the omen coming on, Have heaven and earth together démonstrated Unto our climatures and countrymen.
Re-enter Ghost. But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again! I'll cross it, though it blast me.—Stay, illusion! If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, Speak to me: If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do ease, and grace to me, Speak to me: If thou art privy to thy country's fate, Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak! Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
[Cock crows. Speak of it:-stay, and speak.–Stop it, Marcellus.
Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan?
'Tis here! Hor.
'Tis here! Mar. 'Tis gone!
[Exit Ghost. We do it wrong, being so majestical, To offer it the show of violence; For it is, as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery.
Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it,
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
A ROOM OF STATE IN THE SAME.
Enter the King, Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes,
Voltimand, Cornelius, Lords, and Attendants. King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's
death The memory be green; and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, That we with wisest sorrow think on him, Together with remembrance of ourselves. Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, The imperial jointress of this warlike state, Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy,– With one auspicious, and one dropping eye; With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage,
In equal scale weighing delight and dole,—
Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,-
our duty. King. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewel.
[Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
You told us of some suit; What is't, Laertes ?
My dread lord,
mark, To show my duty in your coronation; Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. King. Have you your father's leave? What
says Polonius? Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow
King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
[Aside. King. How is it that the clouds still hang on
you? Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i'the sun.