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Your leave and favour to return to France;
Froin whence, though willingly, I came to Denmark
To Thew my duty in

your coronation ;
Yet now I must confess, that duty done,
My thoughts and wishes bend again tow'rd France :
And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.
King. Have you your father's leave? what fays Po-

Pol. He hath, my Lord, by laboursome petition,
Wrung from me my flow leave; and, at the last,
Upon his will I seald my hard consent.
I do beseech you, give him leave to go

King Take thy fair hour, Laertes, time be thine ;
And thy belt graces spend it at thy will.
But now, my cousin Hamlet. -Kind my fon
Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind *.

[dfde. King How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Han Not so, my Lord, I am too much i'the fun.

Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
Do not, for ever, with thy veiled lids,
Seek for thy noble father in the dust;
Thou know'st 'tis common; all that live, must die;
Passing through nature to eternity.

Ham. Ay, Madam, it is common.

Queen. if it be,
Why seems it so particular with th ?

Ham. Seems, Madam nay, it is; I know not, feems :
Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of folemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of force'd breath,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage,
Together with all forms, moods, shews of grief,
That can denote me truly. These indeed seem,
For they are actions that a mån might play ;
But I have that within which passes thew :
These but the trappings and the suits of woè.

* It is not unreasonable to suppose, that this was a proverbial ex. preffon, known in formar times for a relation so blended and confused, that it was hard to define it.

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King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature,

Hamlet, To give these mourning duties to your father: “ But you must know, your father loft a father; “ That father, his; and the surviver bound “ In filial obligation, for some term, " To do obsequious forrow. But to persevere " In obstinate condolement *, is a course " Of impious stubbornness, unmanly grief. " It shews a will most incorrect + to heav'n, " A heart unfortify'd, a mind impatient, An understanding simple, and unschool'd : “ For what we know must be, and is as common “ As any the most vulgar thing to sense, “ Why should we, in our peevith opposition, " Take it to heart ? fie! 'tis a fault to heav'n, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, " To reason I most absurd; whose common theme " Is death of fathers, and who still hath cry'd, " From the first corse, till he that died to-day, " This must be so. We pray you throw to earth | This unprevailing ** woe, and think of us As of a father: for let the world take note, You are the most immediate to our throne; And with no lefs nobility tt of love, Than that which deareft father bears his son, Do I impart If tow'rd you. For your intent In going back to school to Wittenberg, It is molt retrograde to our desire : And we beseech you, bend you to remain Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye, Our chiefelt courtier, cousin, and our son.

Queen. Let not thy mother lose her pravers, Hamlet: I pr’ythee stay with us, go not to Wittemberg. Ham. I shall in all

my best obey you, Madam.

* condelement, for sorrow; because sorrow is used to be condoled. + incorrect, for untutor'd. I reason, for experience. lie. into the grave with your father.

unprevailing, for unavailing tt nibility, for magnitude. 11 impart, for p fils.

King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply; Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come; This gentle and unforce'd accord of Hamlet Sits finiling 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 rowse the heav'n shall bruit again, Respeaking earthly thunder. Come, away. [Exeunt.

S CΕ Ν Ε ΙΙΙ. Manet Hamlet. Ham. Oh that this too-too-folid Alesh would melt, “ Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlailing had not fix'd “ His cannon’gainst felf-flaughter ! Oh God! oh God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, " Seem to me all the uses of this world ! “ Fie on't! oh fie ! ’tis an unweeded garden, “ That grows to feed;

things rank, and gross in nature, “ Posless it merely. That it should come to this ! “ But two months dead ! nay, not so much; not two; “ So excellent a King, that was, to this, “ Hyperion to a fatyr: fo loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heav'n • Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth ! Must I remember - why, she would hang on him, ". As if increase of appetite had grown

By what it fed on; yet, within a month, “ Let me not think- -- Frailty, thy name is Woman! " A little month! or ere those shoes were old, “ With which she follow'd my poor father's body, " Like Niobe, all tears - Why, she, ev’n she (O heav'n,! a beast that wants discourse of reason, “ Would have mourn'd longer-) married with mine

uncle, My father's brother; but no more like my father, " Than I to flercules. Within a month ! “ Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears " iad left the flushing in her gauled eyes, “ She married. Oh, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets ! * dexterity, for quickness simply.

It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.'

Enter Horatio, Bernardo, and Marcellus.
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 fervant ever. Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name

with you:

And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
Marcellus !

Mar. My good Lord

Ham. I am very glad to fee you; good morning, Sir. But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg ?

Hor. A truant difpofition, 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 Elsinoor?
We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.

Hor. My Lord, I came to see your father's funeral.

Ham. I prythee, do not mock me, fellow-student; I think it was to see my mother's wedding.

Hor. Indeed, my Lord, it follow'd hard upon.

Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatío; the funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage-tables, 'Would I had met my dearest foe in heav'n, Or ever I had seen that day Horatio ! My father methinks I fee my

Hor. Oh where, my- Lord ?
Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio.
Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly King.

Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.

Hor. 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 but a while,
With an attentive ear; till I 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,
Been thus encountred: A figure, like your father,
Arm'd at all points exactly, cap-a-pe,
Appears before them, and with folemn march
Goes flow and stately by them; thrice he walk'd,
By their oppress’d and fear-surprised eyes,
Within his truncheon's length; whilst they (distillid
Almost to jelly with the effect of fear)
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. I knew your father:
These hands are not more like.

Ham. But where was this?
Hor. 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 halte 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?

Both. We do, my Lord,
Han. Armd, lay you?
Both. Armd, ny Lord.
* seafon, for moderate.

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