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Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent]:
King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
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. Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust :
Thou know'st, 'tis common; all, that live, must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
Ham. Ay, madam, it is common.
Queen. If it be,
Why seems it so particular with thee?
Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature,
To give these mourning duties to your father: 280 But, you must know, your father lost a father;
That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound
To do obsequious sorrow: But to perséver
Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief:
Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
I pray thee, stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.
Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!
Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature,
Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
By what it fed on: And yet, within a month,—
A little month; or ere those shoes were old,
With which she follow'd my poor father's body, 340 Like Niobe, all tears :-why she, even she,
O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer, marry'd with my
My father's brother; but no more like my father,
But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue!
Enter HORATIO, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS. Hor. Hail to your lordship!
Ham. I am glad to see you well :
Horatio, or I do forget myself?
Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant
Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ?— Marcellus?
Mar. My good lord,
Ham. I am very glad to see you; 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 Elsineur ?
We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart.
Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Ham. I pray thee, 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.
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
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.
Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.. Ham. Saw! who?
Hor. My lord, the king your father.
Ham. The king my father!
Hor. Season your admiration for a while