Hor.
Hail to your lordship!

Ham.
I am glad to see you well;
Horatio,—or I do forget my self?

Hor.
The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.

Ham.
Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you;
And ^{4 note}what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
Marcellus!

Mar.
My good lord—

Ham.
I am very glad to see you; ^{5 note}good even, Sir.
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?

Hor.
A truant disposition, 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 pr'ythee, 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, Horatio; the funeral bak'd meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage-tables.
'Would, I had met my ^{6 note}dearest foe in heav'n,
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
My father—methinks, I see my father.

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.6Q0253

Hor.
My lord, I think, I saw him yesternight.

Ham.
Saw! whom?—

Hor.
My lord, the King your father.

Ham.
The King my father!

Hor.
^{7 note}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 vast and middle of the night,
Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,
Arm'd at all points exactly, Cap-à-pé,
Appears before them, and with solemn march
Goes slow and stately by them; thrice he walk'd,
By their opprest and fear-surprised eyes,

Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distill'd
Almost to jelly ^{8 note}

Ham.
But where was this?

Mar.
My lord, upon the Platform where we watcht.

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 haste 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.

Ham.
Arm'd, say you?

Both.
Arm'd, 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, look'd he frowningly?

Hor.
A count'nance more in sorrow than in anger.

Ham.
Pale, or red?

Hor.
Nay, very pale.

Ham.
And fixt his eyes upon you?

Hor.
Most constantly.

Ham.
I would, I had been there!

Hor.
It would have much amaz'd you.

Ham.
Very like. Staid it long?

Hor.
While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.

Both.
Longer, longer.

Hor.
Not when I saw't.

Ham.
His beard was grisly?

Hor.
It was, as I have seen it in his life,
A sable silver'd.

Ham.
I'll watch to night; perchance, 'twill walk again.

Hor.
I warrant you, it will.

Ham.
If it assume my noble father's person,
I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
^{9 note}

And whatsoever shall befal to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue;
I will requite your loves; so fare ye well.
Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve
I'll visit you.

All.
Our duty to your Honour. [Exeunt.

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.

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