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MARCELLO; } Oficers.

Persons of the Drama.
Claudius, king of Denmark.
Hamlet, son to the former, and nephew to the pre- BERNARDO,
sent king

FRANCISCO, a soldier.
Polonius, lord chamberlain.

REYNALDO, servant to Polonius. Horatio, friend to Hamlet,

4 Captain. Laertes, son to Polonius.

An Ambassador. VOLTIMAND,

Ghost of Hamlet's father. CORNELIUS, courtiers,

FORTINBRAS, prince of Norway. RosenCRANTZ,

Gertrude, queen of Denmark, and mother of Hamleh GUILDENSTERN,

Ophelia, daughter of Polonius. OSRIC, a courtier.

Lords, Ladies, officers, Soldiers, Playera, GroveAnother Courtier.

diggers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendo A Priest.

Scene, -- Elsinore.



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What we two nights have seen. SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the Hor. Well, sit we down, castle.

And let us hear Bernardo speak of this!
Francisco on his post. Enter to him BERNARDO. Ber. Lust night of all,
Ber. Who's there?

When yon same star, that's westward from the pole,
Fran, Nay, answer me! stand, and unfold Had made his course to illame that part of heaven

Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself

, Ber. Long live the king !

The bell then beating one, Fran. Bernardo ?

Mar. Peace, break thee off, look, where it comes Ber. He.

again! Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour.

Enter Ghost.
Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead

Fran, For this relief, much thanks ! 'tis bitter Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatis


Mar. Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio!

Hor. Most like: -
it harrows me with fear

, and And I am sick at heart.

wonder, Ber. Have you had quiet guard ?

Ber. It would be spoke to. Fran. Not a mouse stirring.

Mar. Speak to it, Horatio ! Ber. Well, good night!

Hor. What art thou,

that usurp’st this time el If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,

night, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste!

Together with that fair and warlike form
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.

In which the majesty of buried Denmark, I think, I hear them. Stand, ho! who is Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee,

speak! Hor. Friends to this ground.

Mar. It is offended. Mar. And liegemen to the Dane

Ber. See! it stalks away.
Fran. Give you good night,

Hor. Stay! speak! speak I charge thee, speak!
Mar, 0, farewell, honest soldier!
Who hath reliev'd you ?

Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
Fran. Bernardo hath my place.

Ber. How now, Horatio? you tremble, and looks Give you good night!

(Exil Francisco. pale : Mar. Holla! Bernardo !

Is not this something more than fantasy? Ber. Say!

What think you of it? What, is Horatio there?

Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, Hor. A piece of him.

Without the sensible and true avouch Ber. Welcome, Horatio! welcome, good Mar- of mine own eyes. cellus !

Mar. Is it not like the king? Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to- Hor. As thou art to thyseli: night?

Such was the very armour he had on, Ber. I have seen nothing.

When he the ambitious Norway combated;
Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy ; So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
And will not let belief take hold of him,

He smote the sledded Polack on the ice.
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
Therefore I have entreated him, along

Mar. Thus twice before, and jump at this dead
With us to watch the minutes of this night;

hour, That, if again this apparition come,

With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. He may approve our eyes, and speak to it.

Hor. In what particular thought to work, I kvor Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear.

not; Ber. Sit down awhile;

Bat, in the gross and scope of mine opinion, And let us once again assail your ears,

This bodes some strange eruption to our state.



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Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, knows,

(Cock crows. Why this same strict and most observant watch Speak of it!-- stay, and speak! — Stop it, Marcellus ! So nightly toils the subject of the land ?

Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan? And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,

Hor. Do, if it will not stand. And foreign mart for implements of war;

Ber. 'Tis here! Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Hor. 'Tis here! Does not divide the Sunday from the week ; Mar. 'Tis gone!

(Exit Ghost.
What might be toward, that this sweaty haste We do it wrong, being so majestical,
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day; To offer it the show of violence;
Who is't, that can inform me?

For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
Hor. That can I;

And our vain blows malicious mockery.
At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
Whose image even but now appear'd to us, Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Dard to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
(For so this side of our known world esteem’d him,) Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a scal'd compáct, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
Well ratified by law and heraldry,

The extravagant and erring spirit hies Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands, To his confine: and of the truth herein Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror: This present object made probation. Against the which, a moiety competent

Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Was gaged by our king; which had return'd Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes, To the inheritance of Fortinbras,

Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same co-mart, This bird of dawning singeth all night long: And carriage of the article design'd,

And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; strategy His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, Of unimproved mettle hot and full,

No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. Shark'd up a list of landless resolutes,

Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. For food and diet, to some enterprize

But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, That hath a stomach in't: which is no other Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill: (As it doth well appear onto our state,)

Break we our watch up; and, by my advice,
But to recover of us, by strong hand,

Let us impart what we have seen to-night
And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands Unto young Hamlet: for, upon my life,
Șo by his father lost. And this, I take it, This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him:
Is the main motive of our preparations ;

Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, The source of this our watch; and the chief head As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? of this post-haste and romage in the land.

Mar. Let's do't, I pray! and I this morniug know, Ber. I think, it be no other, but even so:

Where we shall find him most convenient. (Exeunt. Well may it sort, that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch; so like the king SCENE II. The same. A room of state in the That was, and is, the question of these wars.

same. Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye.

Enter the King, Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, LaerIn the most high and palmy state of Rome,

tes, VOLTIMAND, Cornelius, Lords, und Attendants. A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,

King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's

death The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead

The Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.

memory green; and that it us bestted
To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom

To be contracted in one brow of woe;
As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star

Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature,

That we with wisest sorrow think on him,
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,
Was sick almost to dooms-day with eclipse.

Together with remembrance of ourselves.

Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, And even the like precurse of fierce events,

The imperial jointress of this warlike state, As harbingers preceding still the fates,

Have we, as And prologue to the omen coming on,

ere, with a defeated joy, Have heaven and earth together démonstrated

With one auspicious, and one dropping, eye; Unto our climatures and countrymen.

With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage,

In equal scale weighing delight and dole, -
Re-enter Ghost.

Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd
Bat, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again! Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
I'll cross it, though it blast me.--Stay, illusion ! With this affair along. — For all, our thanks!
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,

Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,Speak to me!

Holding a weak supposal of our worthr; If there be any good thing to be done,

Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death, That may to thee do ease, and grace to me, Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, Speak to me!

Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, If thou art privy to thy country's fate,

He hath not faild to pester us with message, Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,

Importing the surrender of those lands, O, speak!

Lost by his father, with all bands of law, Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life

To our most valiant brother. - So much for him. Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,

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Thus much the business is. We have here writ In filial obligation, for some term
To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,

To do obsequious sorrow: but to perséver
Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears

In obstinate condolement, is a course Of this his nephew's purpose, -to suppress

Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief: His further gait herein ; in that the levies,

It shows a will most incorrect to heaven; The lists, and full proportions, are all made

A heart unfortified, or mind impatient; Out of his subject :- and we here dispatch An understanding simple and unschool'd: You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,

For what, we know, must be, and is as commor, For bearers of this greeting to old Norway; As any the most vulgar thing to sense, Giving to yoù no further personal power

Why should we, in our peevish opposition, To business with the king, more than the scope Take it to heart ? Fye! 'tis a fault to heaven, of these dilated articles allow.

A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty ! To reason most absurd; whose common theme Cor. et Vol. In that, and all things, will we show Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, our duty.

From the first corse, till he that died to-day, King. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell! This must be so. We pray you, throw to earth

[ Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. This unprevailing woe; and think of as
And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? ! As of a father: for let the world take note,
You told us of some suit. What is't, Laertes ? You are the most immediate to our throne;
You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,

And with no less nobility of love,
And lose your voice. What would'st thou beg, Than that which dearest father bears his son,

Do I impart toward you. For your intent
That shall not be my offer, not thy asking ? In going back to school in Wittenberg,
The head is not more native to the heart,

It is most retrograde to our desire:
The hand more instrumental to the mouth, And, we beseech you, bend you to remain
Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
What would'st thou have, Laertes ?

Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
Laer. My dread lord,

Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet

! Your leave and favour to return to France; I pray thee, stay with us, go not to Wittenberg! From whevce though willingly I came to Denmark, Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam! To shew my duty in your coronation;

King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply;
Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,

Be as ourself in Denmark. -- Madam, come!
My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, This gentie and unforc'd accord of Hamlet
And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof,
King. Have you your father's leave? What says No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to-day,

But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell ; Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow And the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit agais, leave,

Re-speaking carthly thunder. Come away! By laboursome petition; and, at last,

[Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, etc. Polonisa Upon his will I seald my hard consent:

and Laertes. I do beseech you, give him leave to go.

Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt

King. Take thy fair hour, Laortes; time be thine, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
And thy best graces : spend it at thy will! - Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!
Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind. How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable,

[Aside. Seem to me all the uses of this world!
King. How is it, that the clouds still hang on you? Fye on't! O fye! 'tis an unweeded garden,
Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i'the sun. That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature
Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour of, Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. But two months dead !-- nay, not so much, not two
Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids,

So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Seek for thy noble father in the dust:

Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my Thou know’st

, 'tis common; all, that live, must die, That he might not beteem the winds of bearen Passing through nature to eternity.

Visit her face too roughly, Heaven and earth! Hum. Ay, madam, it is common.

Must I remember? why, she would hang ou biz, Queen. If it be,

As if increase of appetite had grown Why seems it so particular with thee?

By what it fed on: and yet, within a month, Ham. Seems, madam ! nay, it is ! I know not seems •Let me not think on't; - Frailty, thy name

ef "Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,

woman ! Nor customary suits of solemo black,

A little month; or ere those shoes were old, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath,

With which she follow'd my poor father's bods, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,

Like Niebe, all tears : -- why she, even she, -
Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,

0 heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, Would have mourn'd longer, - married with us
That can denote me truly. These, indeed, seem, uncle,
For they are actions that a man might play: My father's brother ; but no more like my father,
But I have that within, which passeth show; Than I to Hercules. Within a month;
These, but the trappings and the suits of woe, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,

She married. - most wicked speed, to post
To give these mourning duties to yonr father: With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
But, you must know, your father lost a father; It is not, nor it cannot come to, good;
That father lost, lost his ; and the survivor boundBnt break, my heart! for I must hold’my tongue?

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Enter Horatio, Bernardo, and Marcellus. Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;
Hor. Hail to your lordship!

And we did think it writ down in our duty,
Ham. I am glad to see you well:

To let you know of it.
Horatio, - or I do forget myself.

Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs ! but this troubles me. Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant Hold you the watch to-night?

All. We do, my lord! Ham. Sir, my good friend! I'll change that name Ham. Arm'd, say you? 1

All. Arm’d, my lord!
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ? - Ham. From top to toe ?
Marcellus ?

All. My lord, from head to foot..
Mar. My good lord,

Ilam. Then saw you not
Ham. I am very glad to see you ; good even, His face?
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? Hør. 0, yes, my lord! he wore his beaver up.
llor. A truant disposition, good my lord !

Ham. What, look'd he frowningly?
Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so;

Hor. A countenance more
Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,

In sorrow than in anger.. To make it truster of your own report

Ham. Pale, or red ? Against yourself: I know, you are no truant. Hor. Nay, very pale. But what is your atlair in Elsinore ?

Ham. And fix'd eyes upon you? We'll teach you to drink deep, ere yon depart. llor. Most constantly.

llor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Ham. I would, I had been there. habent Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student! Hor. It would have much amaz'd you. I think, it was to see my mother's wedding.

Ham. Very like, llor. Sudeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. Very like. Stay'd it long? Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio ! the funeral bak’a Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a

hundred. Dill coldly furnish forth the mariage tables. Mar. Ber. Longer, longer. 'Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven

Ilor. Not when I saw it. Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio !-

Iłam. His beard was grizzl'd ? no ?
My father, - methinks, I see my father.

Ilor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
Ilor. Where,

A sable silver'd. * My lord ?

Hum. I will watch to-night;
Ham. In my mind's eye,

Perchance, 'twill walk again.
Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king. Hor. I warrant, it will.
Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all; Ham. If it assume my noble father's person,
I shall not look upon his like again.

I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, Hlor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, llam. Saw! who?

If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
Hlor. My lord, the king your father.

Let it be tenable in your silence still;
Ham. The king my father!

And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Hor. Season your admiration for a while

Give it understanding, but no tongue;
With an attent ear; till I may deliver,

I will requite your loves: so, fare you well!
Upon the witness of these gentlemen,

Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
This marvel to you.

I'll visit you !
Ham. For God's love, let me hear!

All. Our duty to your honour.
Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, llam. Your loves, as mine to you! Farewell!
Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,

(Exeunt Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo. In the dead waist and middle of the night, My father's spirit in arms! all is not well ; Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, I doubt some foul play:'would, the night were come! Armed at point, exactly, cap-a-pé,

Till then sit still, my soul! Foul deeds will rise, Appears before them, and, with solemn march, Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to meu's eyes. Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd,

[Exit. By their oppress’d and fear-surprised eyes,

SCENEJU. - 4 room in POLONTUS's house. Within his trancheon's length ; whilst they, distillid

Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA. Almost to jelly with the act of fear,

Laer. My necessaries are embark’d; farewell !
Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me And, sister, as the winds give benefit,
In dreadful secrecy impart they did;

And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
And I with them the third night kept the watch: But let me hear from you.
Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,

Oph. Do you doubt that ?
Form of the thing, each word made true and good, Laer. For Iamlet, and the trisling of his favoar,
The apparition comes : I knew your father; Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;
These hands are not more like.

A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Ilam. But where was this?

Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
Mar. My lord, upon the platform, where we watch'd. The perfume and suppliance of a minute;
Ham. Did you not speak to it?

No more.
Mor. My lord, I did;

Oph. No more but so ?
But answer made it none: yet once, methought, Laer. Think it no more!
It listed up its head, and did address

l'or nature, crescent, does not grow alone Itself to motion, like as it would speak:

In thews, and bulk; but, as this temple waxes, Put, even then, the morning cock crew loud; The inward service of the mind and soul And at the sound it shrunk in haste


Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now; And vanish'd from our sight.

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Laer. Farewell !

(Exit Laertes. He may not, as unvalued persons do,

Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?
Carve for himself; for on his choice depends Oph. So please you, something touching the lord
The safety and the health of the whole state;

And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd Pol. Marry, well bethought!
Unto the voice and yielding of that body,

Tis told me, he hath very oft of late
Whereof he is the head. Then, if he says he loves you, Given private time to you; and you yourself
It fits your wisdom so far to believe it,

Have of your audience been most free and bountecas :
As he in his particular act and place

If it be so, (as so 'tis put on me,
May give his saying deed; wich is no further, And that in way of caution,) I must tell you,
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. You do not understand yourself so clearly,
Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain, As it behoves my daughter, and your honour:
If with too credent ear you list his songs;

What is between you give me up the truth!
Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open Oph. He hath, my lord, of late, made many tenders
To his unmaster'd importunity.

of his affection to me.
Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister!

Pol. Affection? puh! you speak like a green gish
And keep you in the rear of your affection, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
Out of the shot and danger of desire.

Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?
The chariest maid is prodigal enough,

Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should think

If she unmask her beauty to the moon:

Pol. Marry, I'll teach you! think yourself a baby;
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes:


have ta’en these tenders for true pas,
The canker galls the infants of the spring, Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearlt

Too oft before their buttons be disclos’d;

Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth

Wronging it thus,) you'll tender me a fool.
Contagious blastments are most imminent.

Oph. My lord, he hath importan'd me with love,
Be wary then: best safety lies in fear;

Io honourable fashion.
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to!
Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, Oph. And

hath given countenance to his spect

As watchman to my heart: but, good my brother,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,

With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,
Whilst, like a puti'd and reckless libertine, When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter

And recks not his own read.

Giving more light than heat, - extinct in both,
Laer. O fear me not!

Even in their promise, as it is a making, --
I stay too long. But here my fathers comes ! You must not take for fire. From this time

Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence ;
A double blessing is a double grace;

Set your entreatments at a higher rate,
Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

Than a command to parley. For lord Hamlet

Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame! Believe so much in him, tħat he is young,
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And with a larger tether may he walk,
And you are staid for. There, - my blessing with Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia,

you! [Laying his hand on Laertes heud. Do not believe his vows: for they are brokers
And these few precepts in thy memory

Not of that die which their investments show,
Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongae, But mere implorators of unholy suits,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.

Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.

The better to beguile. This is for all, ---
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, I would not, in plain terms, from this time forti,
Grapple them to thy soul with hvoks of steel;

Have you so slander any moment's leisure,
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment

As to give words or talk with the lord Hamlet

Ol' each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Look to't, I charge you; come your ways!
Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in,

Oph. I shall obey, my lord !
Bear it, that the opposer may beware of thee.

SCENE IV. -- The platform.
Give every man thine

but few thy voice:

Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and MARCELLES,
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Hum. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,

Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air.
But not expressid in fancy; rich, not gaudy:

Ham. What hour now?
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;

Hor. I think, it latks of twelve.
And they in France, of the best rank and station, Mar. No, it is struck.
Are most select and generous, chief in that.

Hor. Indeed! I heard it not; it then draws de
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be:
For loan oft loses both itself and friend;

Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

(4 flourish of trumpets, and ordnance storey
This above all. - To thine ownself be true;

And it must follow, as the night the day,

What does this mean, my lord ?
Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes bi
Farewell ! my blessing season this in thee !

Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord ! Keeps wassel

, and the swaggering op-spring
Pol. The time invites you! go, your servants tend! And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish dowu
Laer. Farewell, Ophelia! and remember well The kettle-dram and trumpet thus bray out
What I have said to you.

The triumph of his pledge.
Oph. 'Tis in my memory lock'd,

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