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Your leave and favour to return to France;
your coronation ;
King Take thy fair hour, Laertes, time be thine ;
[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,
Ham. Ay, Madam, it is common.
Queen. if it be,
Ham. Seems, Madam nay, it is; I know not, feems :
* 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.
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.
S CE N E IV.
Ham. I am glad to see you well;
Hor. The same, my Lord, and your poor fervant ever. Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
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;
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
Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all,
Hor. My Lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
Hor. Season *
your admiration but a while,
Ham. For heaven's love, let me hear.
Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen,
Ham. But where was this?
Hor. My Lord, I did;
Ham. 'Tis very strange.
Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;
Ham. Indeed, indeed, Sirs, but this troubles me, Hold you the watch to-night?
Both. We do, my Lord,