But what is your affair in Elsinoor? We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. (25) neral. Hor. My Lord, I came to see your father's fu[dent; Ham. I pr'ythee, do not mock me, fellow-stuI think it was to see my mother's wedding. Hor. Indeed, my Lord, it followed hard upon. Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio; the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. 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. Hor. My Lord, the King your father. Hor. Season your admiration but a while, (25) This alludes to the circumstance that the same space in the moon mentioned in the last note as being often assimilated to an hour glass, is hereafter very frequently likened to a drinking glass, also, With an attentive ear; 'till I deliver, Ham. For heaven's love, let me hear. Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, And I with them the third night kept the watch ; Mar. My Lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. (26) Horatio's hands, laid flat on his breast, would, in fact, constitute the face of the late king, Hamlet's father, as may be seen by examining the prototypes of figures 49 and 60 in the moon. 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 : Ham. 'Tis very strange. Hor. As I do live my honoured Lord, 'tis true; As 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. Ham. Armed, say you? Both. Armed my Lord. Ham. From top to toe? Both. My Lord, from head to foot. Ham. Then saw you not his face ? Hor. Oh yes, my Lord, he wore his beaver up. Ham. What, looked he frowningly? Hor. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Ham. Pale or red ? Hor. Nay, very pale. Ham. And fixed his eyes upon you? Hor. Most constantly. Ham. I would I had been there! Hor. It would have much amazed you. Ham. Very like; staid it long? Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell Both. Longer, longer. Hor. Not when I saw't. Ham. His beard was grisly? [a hundred. Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silvered. [again. Ham. I'll watch to night; perchance'twill walk Hor. I warrant you it will. Ham. If it assume my noble father's person, I'll speak to it, tho' hell itself should gape [Exeunt. All. Our duty to your honour. Ham. Your loves as mine to you: farewel. 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 (Tho' all the earth o'erwhelm them) to men's eyes. [Exit. D2 : SCENE changes to an Apartment in Polonius' House. Enter LAERTES and Ophelia. Laer. My necessaries are embarked, farewel; And, sister, as the winds give benefit, Oph. Do you doubt that? (27) i (27) Ophelia is precisely the same as the widow's waiting damsel in Hudibras, drawn, ante, in figure 26: Ophelia herself is exhibited in Fig. 61, with her nunnery veil on, and the sliver of the willow tree before her, both which are hereafter noticed. |