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Hor. Stay, speak : speak I charge thee, speak. Comes armed through our watch; so like the king

[Erit Ghost. That was, and is the question of these wars. Mar. "Tis gone, and will not answer.

Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye. Ber. How now, Horatio ? you tremble, and look in the most high and palmy 5 state of Rome, pale:

A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, Is not this something more than fantasy?

The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead What think you of it?

Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, Stars shone with trains of fire ; dews of blood Without the sensible and true avouch

fell; Of mine own eyes.

Disasters veil'd the sun; and the moist star, Mar.

Is it not like the king? Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Hor. As thou art to thyself :

Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. Such was the very armour he had on,

And even the like precurse of fierce events, — When he the ambitious Norway combated ; As harbingers preceding still the fates, So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle, And prologue to the omen 7 coming on, — He smote the sledded + Polack 5 on the ice. Have heaven and earth together démonstrated 'Tis strange.

Unto our climatures and countrymen. — Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this dead hour,

Re-enter Ghost.
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again!
Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know I'll cross it, though it blast me. — Stay, illusion !

If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
But in the gross and scope of mine opinion, Speak to me:
This bodes some strange eruption to our state. If there be any good thing to be done,
Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,
knows,

Speak to me:
Why this same strict and most observant watch If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
So nightly toils the subject of the land;

Which, happily, foreknowing, may avoid,
And why such daily cast of brazen cannon, O speak!
And foreign mart for implements of war:

Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
Does not divide the Sunday from the week: For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
What might be toward, that this sweaty haste

[Cock crows. Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day; Speak of it:-stay, and speak.— Stop it, Marcellus, Who is't, that can inform me?

Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan ? $ Hor.

That can I ;

Hor. Do, if it will not stand. At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,

Ber.

'Tis here! Whose image even but now appear'd to us,

Hor.

'Tis here! Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Mar. 'Tis gone!

[Exit Ghost Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, We do it wrong, being so majestical, Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet To offer it the show of violence ; (For so this side of our known world esteem'd him,) For it is, as the air, invulnerable, Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compáct, And our vain blows malicious mockery. Well ratified by law and heraldry,

Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands,

Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing Which he stood seis'd of, to the conqueror :

Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, Against the which, a moiety competent

The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn, Was gaged by our king; which had return'd Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat To the inheritance of Fortinbras,

Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same comart 7, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
And carriage of the article design'd 8,

The extravagant and erring spirit hies
His fell to Hamlet : Now, sir, young Fortinbras, To his confine: and of the truth herein
Of unimproved mettle hot and full ,

This present object made probation.'
Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Shark'd l up a list of landless resolutes,

Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes
For food and diet, to some enterprize

Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, That hath a stomach 2 in't: which is no other

This bird of dawning singeth all night long : (As it doth well appear unto our state,)

And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad; But to recover of us, by strong hand,

The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike. And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So by his father lost: And this, I take it,

So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. Is the main motive of our preparations;

Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. The source of this our watch; and the chief head

But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Of this post-haste and romages in the land. Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill :

Ber. I think, it be no other, but even so: Break we our watch up; and, by my advice, Well may it sort 4, that this portentous figure Let us impart what we have seen to-night 3 Dispute.

4 Sledged. Unto young Hamlet : for, upon my life, 5 Polander, an inhabitant of Poland. 7 Joint bargain.

8 The covenant to confirm that bargain. This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him: . Full of spirit without experience. 1 Pick'd

6 The moon. 7 Event 2 Resolution.

4 Suit

8 A sort of pike. 9 Wandering.

5 Victorious.

3 Search,

I Proof.

seems.

Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, As needful in our loves, fitting our duty ?

And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know king. Have you your father's leave? What says Where we shall find him most convenient.

Polonius?

[Exeunt. Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow SCENE II. — A Room of State in the same.

leave,

By laboursome petition ; and, at last,
Enter the King, Queen, HAMLET, POLONIUS, Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:

LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
Attendants.

King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's And thy best graces : spend it at thy will.. death

But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son, The memory be green; and that it us befitted Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind. To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom

[Aside. To be contracted in one brow of woe;

King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i' the sun. That we with wisest sorrow think on him,

Qucen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, Together with remembrance of ourselves.

And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids 5 The imperial jointress of this warlike state,

Seek for thy noble father in the dust : Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy, –

Thou know'st 'tis common; all, that live, must die, With one auspicious, and one dropping eye; Passing through nature to eternity. With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, Ham. Ay, madam, it is common. In equal scale weighing delight and dole ?,

Queen.

If it be, Taken to wife : nor have we herein barr'd

Why seems it so particular with thee? Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone

Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not With this affair along: - For all, our thanks.

Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Holding a weak supposal of our worth ;

Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath,
Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,

No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, He hath not fail'd to pester us with message, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, Importing the surrender of those lands

That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, Lost by his father, with all bands of law,

For they are actions that a man might play: To our most valiant brother. — So much for him. But I have that within, which passeth show; Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting. These, but the trappings and the suits of woe. Thus much the business is : We have here writ King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your naTo Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras, –

ture, Hamlet, Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears

To give these mourning duties to your father : Of this his nephew's purpose, - to suppress But, you must know, your father lost a father ; His further gait 4 herein; in that the levies, That father lost his; and the survivor bound The lists, and full proportions, are all made In filial obligation, for some term Out of his subject :- and we here despatch To do obsequious sorrow: But to perséver You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,

In obstinate condolement, is a course For bearers of this greeting to old Norway; Of impious stubbornness ; 'tis unmanly grief : Giving to you no further personal power

It shows a will most incorrect to heaven, To business with the king, more than the scope

A heart unfortified, or mind impatient; Of these dilated articles allow.

An understanding simple and unschoold: Farewell ; and let your haste commend your duty. For what, we know, must be, and is as commou Cor. Vol. In that, and all things, will we show our As any the most vulgar thing to sense, duty.

Why should we, in our peevish opposition, King. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell. Take it to heart? Fye! 'tis a fault to heaven,

[Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS. | A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, And now, Laertes, what's the news with you ? To reason most absurd; whose common theme You told us of some suit: What is't, Laertes ? Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,

From the first corse, till he that died to-day, And lose your voice : What wouldst thou beg, This must be so. We pray you, throw to earth Laertes,

This unprevailing woe; and think of us That shall not be my offer, not thy asking ? As of a father : for let the world take note, The head is not more native to the heart,

You are the most immediate to our throne;
The hand more instrumental to the mouth,

And, with no less nobility of love,
Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. Than that which dearest father bears his son,
What wouldst thou have, Laertes ?

Do I impart toward you. For your intent
Laer.

My dread lord, In going back to school in Wittenberg, Your leave and favour to return to France ; It is most retrograde 6 to our desire : From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, And, we beseech you, bend you to remain To show my duty in your coronation ;

Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye, Yet now I must confess, that duty done,

Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. Grief. 3 Bonds. 4 Way, path. 5 Lowering eyes.

6 Contrary

meats

Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, | But what is your affair in Elsinore ?
Hamlet;

We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
I pray thee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.

Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam. Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply;

student; Be as ourself in Denmark. - Madam, come; I think, it was to see my mother's wedding. This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet

Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. Sits smiling to my heart : in grace whereof,

Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to-day, But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell; Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. And the king's rouse 7 the heaven shall bruit 8 again, 'Would I had met my dearest * foe in heaven Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio ! (Exeunt King, QUEEN, Lords, fc. Polonius, My father, — Methinks, I see my father. and LAERTES.

Hor.

Where, Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, My lord ? Thaw, and resolve 9 itself into a dew!

Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd

Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king. His canon ' 'gainst self-slaughter! O God ! O God ! Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all, How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable

I shall not look upon his like again. Seem to me all the uses of this world!

Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Fye on't! O fye! 'tis an unweeded garden,

Ham. Saw! who?
That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Hor. My lord, the king your father.
Possess it merely. That it should come to this! Ham.

The king my father! But two months dead! — nay, not so much, not Hor. Season your admiration for a while two:

With an attent 5 ear ; till I may deliver, So excellent a king; that was, to this,

Upon the witness of these gentlemen, Hyperion ? to a satyr: so loving to my mother,

This marvel to you. That he might not beteem 3 the winds of heaven Ham.

For Heaven's love, let me hear. Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Must I remember? why, she would hang on him Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, As if increase of appetite had grown

In the dead waist and middle of the night, By what it fed on: And yet, within a month, — Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, Let me not think on't; – Frailty, thy name is Armed at point, exactly cap-à-pé, woman!

Appears before them, and, with solemn march, A little month; or ere those shoes were old, Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk d, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, By their oppress’d and fear-surprized eyes, Like Niobe, all tears; - why she, even she,- Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distilld O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Would have mourn'd longer, — married with my Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me uncle,

In dreadful secrecy impart they did; My father's brother ; but no more like my father, And I with them, the third night kept the watch: Than I to Hercules: Within a month;

Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears

Form of the thing, each word made true and good, Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,

The apparition comes : I knew your father :
She married: - O most wicked speed, to post These hands are not inore like.
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets !

Ham.

But where was this? It is not, nor it cannot come to, good;

Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we But break, my heart: for I must hold my tongue !

watch'd.

Ham. Did you not speak to it? Enter HORATIO, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS.

Hor.

My lord, I did; Hor. Hail to your lordship!

But answer made it none : yet once, methought, Ham.

I am glad to see you well : It lifted up its head, and did address Horatio, - or I do forget myself.

Itself to motion, like as it would speak : Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant But, even then, the morning cock crew loud;

And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, Ham. Sir, my good friend ; I'll change that name And vanish'd from our sight.

Ham.

'Tis very strange. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ? Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; Marcellus ?

And we did think it writ down in our duty, Mar. My good lord,

To let you know it. Ham. I am very glad to see you ; good even, Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. sir.

Hold you the watch to-night? But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg ?

AN.

We do, my

lord. Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.

Ham. Arm'd, say you ? Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so:

AU.

Arın'd, my lord. Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,

Нат.

From top to toe? To make it truster of your own report

AU. My lord, from head to foot. Against yourself: I know, you are no truant.

ever.

with you.

Ham.

Then saw you not Draught 8 Report. 9 Dissolve

His face?
2 Apollo
3 Suffer.

4 Chiefest.

* Attentive.

Law.

Hor. O, yes, my lord! he wore his beaver 6 up. The safety and the health of the whole state ; Ham. What, look'd he frowningly ?

And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd Hor.

A countenance more Unto the voice and yielding of that body, In sorrow than in anger.

Whereof he is the head: Then if he says he loves Ham. Pale, or red?

you, Hor. Nay, very pale.

It fits your wisdom so far to believe it, Ham.

And fix'd his eyes upon you ? As he in his particular act and place Hor. Most constantly.

May give his saying deed ; which is no further, Ham.

I would, I had been there. Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal, Hor. It would have much amaz'd you.

Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain, Ham.

Very like, If with too credent ? ear you list s his songs : Very like : Stay'd it long?

Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell To his unmaster'd 4 importunity. a hundred.

Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister ; Mar. Ber. Longer, longer.

And keep you in the rear of your affection, Hor. Not wben I saw it.

Out of the shot and danger of desire. Ham.

His beard was grizzl’d? no ? The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, If she unmask her beauty to the moon :
A sable silver'd.

Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes :
Ham.
I will watch to-night;

The canker galls the infants of the spring,
Perchance, 'twill walk again.

Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd ; Hor.

I warrant, it will. And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Ham. If it assume my noble father's person, Contagious blastments are most imminent. I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, Be wary then: best safety lies in fear; And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,

Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, Let it be tenable in your silence still :

As watchman to my heart : But, good my brother, And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Give it an understanding, but no tongue;

Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; I will requite your loves : So, fare you well: Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, I'll visit you.

And recks not his own read. 5
All.
Our duty to your honour.

Laer.

O fear me not. Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: Farewell. I stay too long; But here my father comes.

[Exeunt Hor. Mar. and Ber. My father's spirit in arms! all is not well ;

Enter POLONIUS. I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were A double blessing is a double grace; come!

Occasion smiles upon a second leave. Till then sit still my soul: Foul deeds will rise, Pol. Yet here, Laertes ! aboard, aboard, for shame; Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,

(Exit. And you are staid for: There, - my blessing with SCENE III. A Room in Polonius's House.

you; [Laying his Hand on LAERTES' Head.

And these few precepts in thy memory
Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA.

Look thou character. 6 Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell : Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
And, sister, as the winds give benefit,

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,

The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, But let me hear from you.

Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel : Oph. Do you doubt that ? But do not dull thy palm with entertainment

Beware Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;

Of entrance to a quarrel : but, being in, A violet in the youth of primy nature,

Bear it, that the opposer may beware of thee. Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice: The perfume and suppliance of a minute ;

Take each man's censure 7, but reserve thy judge. No more.

ment. Oph. No more but so?

Costly thy habit, as thy purse can buy, Laer.

Think it no more :

But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy: For nature, crescent 7, does not grow alone For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; In thews 8, and bulk, but, as this temple waxes, And they in France of the best rank and station, The inward service of the mind and soul

Are most select and generous, chief 9 in that. Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now; Neither a borrower, nor a lender be: And now no soil, nor cautel 9, doth besmirchi For loan oft loses both itself and friend ; The virtue of his will : but, you must fear, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own; This above all, - To thine ownself be true; For he himself is subject to his birth :

And it must follow, as the night the day, He may not, as unvalued persons do,

Thou canst not then be false to any man. Carve for himself; for on his choice depends Farewell; my blessing season this in thee ! 6 That part of the helmet which protects the lower part of 2 Believing.

3 Listen to.

4 Licentious the face, and may be lifted up. 7 Increasing.

$ Regards not his own lessons.

6 Write B Sinews. 9 Subtlety, deceit. | Discolour.

7 Opinion.

8 Noble,
9 Chiefly.

1 Infix.

.

Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. Ham. What hour now?
Pol. The time invites you ; go, your servants Hor.

I think, it lacks of twelve. tend. 2

Mar. No, it is struck. Laer. Farewell, Ophelia ; and remember well Hor. Indeed ? I heard it not; it then draws near What I have said to you.

the season, Oph.

'Tis in my memory lock'd, Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

[4 Flourish of Trumpets, and Ordnance shot off, Laer. Farewell !

[Erit LAERTE

within. Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? What does this mean, my lord ? Oph. So please you, something touching the lord Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes Hamlet.

his rouse, Pol. Marry, well bethought :

Keeps wassels, and the swaggering up-spring reels; "Tis told me, he hath very oft of late

And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, Given private time on you: and you yourself The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out Hlave of your audience been most free and boun- The triumph of his pledge. teous :

Hor.

Is it a custom ? If it be so, (as so 'tis put on me,

Ham. Ay, marry, is't: And that in way of caution,) I must tell you, But to my mind, — though I am native here, You do not understand yourself so clearly,

And to the manner born, - it is a custom As it behoves my daughter, and your honour : More honour'd in the breach, than the observance. What is between you ? give me up the truth. This heavy-headed revel, east and west,

Oph. He hath my lord, of late, made many tenders, Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations : Of his affection to me.

They clepe' us drunkards, and with swinish phrase Pol. Affection? Puh! you speak like a green girl, Soil our addition; and, indeed, it takes Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.

From our achievements, though perform'd at height, Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? The pith and marrow of our attribute.

Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should think. So oft it chances in particular men, Pol. Marry, I'll teach you ; think yourself a That for some vicious mode of nature in them, baby;

As, in their birth, (wherein they are not guilty, That you have ta’en these tenders for true pay Since nature cannot choose his origin,) Which are not sterling. Tender yourself" more By the o'ergrowth of some complexion , dearly;

Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason; Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, Or by some habit, that too much o'er-leavens Wronging it thus,) you'll tender me a fool. The form of plausive manners ; – that these men,

Oph. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect; In honourable fashion.

Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to. Their virtues else (be they as pure as grace, Oph. And hath given countenance to his speech, As infinite as man may undergo,)

Shall in the general censure take corruption With almost all the holy vows of heaven.

From that particular fault: The dram of base Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know, Doth all the noble substance often dout", When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul To his own scandal. Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter, Giving more light than heat, - extinct in both,

Enter Ghost. Even in their promise, as it is a making,

Hor.

Look, my lord, it comes ! You must not take for fire. From this time, Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us! – Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence ; Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Set your entreatments + at a higher rate,

Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from Than a command to parley. For lord Hamlet,

hell, Believe so much in him, That he is young; Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, And with a larger tether may he walk,

Thou com’st in such a questionable 4 shape, Than may be given you : In few, Ophelia, That I will speak to thee; I'll call thee, Hamlet, Do not believe his vows, for they are brokers, King, father, royal Dane : 0, answer me: Not of that die which their investments show, Let me not burst in ignorance ! but tell, But mere implorators 5 of unholy suits,

Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds,

Have burst their cerements! why the sepulchre, The better to beguile. This is for all,

Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn'd, I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, Have you so slander any moment's leisure, To cast thee up again! What may this mean, As to give words or talk with the lord Hamlet. That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steel Look to't, I charge you ; come your ways, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Oph. I shall obey, my lord.

(Exeunt. Making night hideous; and we fools of nature,

So horridly to shake our disposition,
SCENE IV. The Platform.

With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ?

Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do? Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and MARCELLUS.

Hor. It beckons you to go away with it,
Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. As if it some impartment did desire
Hor. It is a nipping and an eager 6 air.

my lord,

To you alone. 3 Untempted 4 Company.

7 Jovial draught. ! Jollity: 9 A dance. Iinplorers.

* Conversable.

% Wait >

Sharp

1 Call.

3 Humour.

3 Do out.

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