To our most valiant brother. him. So much for Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting. Scope King. We-doubt it nothing; heartily farewe}. That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? Laer. My dread lord? Your leave and favour to return to France; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, To shew my duty in your coronation; Yet now, I must confefs, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward Vol. VIII France, B 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, my King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, And thy best graces: spend it at thy will. [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. 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. Why seems it so particular with thee? Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, For they are actions that a mán might play: To give these mourning duties to your father: To do obsequious sorrow: But to perséver Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief: For what, we know, must be, and is as com mon As any the most vulgar thing to sense, Than that which dearest father bears his son, And, we beseech you, bend you to remain B & ! I pray thee, stay with us, go not to Witten berg. Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, ma dam. King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply; Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come; This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof,. No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to-day, But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell; And the king's rouse the heaven shall bruit again, Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. [Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, etc. PoL. and LAERT. Ham. 0, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable nature, Possefs it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! not two: nay, not so much, So excellent a king; that was, to this, As if increase of appetite had grown month, Let me not think on't; Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month; or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears; she, why she, even O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer, my uncle, marry'd with My father's brother; but no brother; but no more like my father, Than I to Hercules: Within a month; Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears 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 ever. Ilam, Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Hora, tio? Marcellus? Mar. My good lord, Ham, I am very glad to see you; good even, sir. ut what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? |