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To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Hąd he been vanquisher ; as, by the same co-

mart
And carriage of the article design'd”,
His fell to Hamlet: Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,
Shark'd up a list of landless resolutes,
For food and diet, to some enterprize
That hath a stomach 3 in 't: which is no other
(As it doth well appear unto our state,)
But to recover of us, by strong hand,
And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands
So by his father lost: And this, I take it,
Is the main motive of our preparations;
The source of this our watch; and the chief head
Of this post-haste and romage in the land.

Ber. I think, it be no other, but even so :
Well may it sorts, 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.

Stars shone with trains of fire ; dews of blood fell;
Disasters veild the sun; and the moist star',
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,
Was sick almost to dooms-day with eclipse.
And even the like precurse of fierce events,
As harbingers preceding still the fates,
And prologue to the omen 8 coming on,

Joint bargain. 9 The covenant to confirm that bargain.
* Full of spirit without experience, 2 Pick'd.
3 Resolution. 4 Search. 5 Suit.

6 Victorious. The moon,

8 Event.

Have heaven and earth together démonstrated
Unto our climatures and countrymen,

Re-enter Ghost.

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But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again!
I'll cross it, though it blast me. -Stay, illusion !
If thoy 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,
0, speak!
Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,

[Cock crows. Speak of it:- stay, and speak. --- Stop it, Mar

cellus.
Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan?
Hor. Do, if it will not stand.
Ber.

'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 Upon a fearful summons.

I have heard,
The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
8 A sort of pike.

Wandering.

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To his confine: and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.'

Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.

Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill :
Break we our watch up; and, by my advice,
Let us impart what we have seen to-night
Unto Young Hamlet : for, upon my life,
This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him:
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
As needful in our loves, fitting our duty ?
Mar. Let's do 't, I pray; and I this morning

know Where we shall find him most convenient. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

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 kingdona: To be contracted in one brow of woe;

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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't were, 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,' --
Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd
Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
With this affair along:- For all, our thanks.

Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,
Holding a weak supposal of our worth;
Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death,
Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
Colleagued with this dream of his advantage,
He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,
Importing th surrender of those lands
Lost by his father, with all bands of law,
To our most valiant brother. So much for him.
Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting.
Thus much the business is: We have here writ
To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras, –
Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears
Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress
His further gait 4 herein; in that the levies,
The lists, and full proportions, are all made
Out of his subject :- and we here despatch
You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,
For bearers of this greeting to old Norway ;
Giving to you no further personal power
To business with the king, more than the scope.
Of these dilated articles allow.
Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty.

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2 Grief,

3 Bonds.

4 Way, path.

1

Cor. Vol. In that, and all things, will we show our

duty.
King. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell.

[Exeủnt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS.
And now, Laertes; what's the news with you?
You told us of some suit: What is ’t, Laertes?
You cannot speak of reason to.the Dane,
And lose your voice: What would'st thou beg,

Laertes,
That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?
The head is not more native to the heart,
The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
What would'st thou have, Laertes ?
Laer.

My dread lord,
Your leave and favour to return to France ; ,
From whence though willingly I came to Den-

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

leave,
By laboursome petition; and, at 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 best graces : spend it at thy will.
But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,
Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind.

[ Aside. King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i' the sun.

Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.

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