Hamlet. He was a man, take him for all in all, My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Horatio. Hamlet. Saw who? Horatio. My lord, the king your father. Hamlet. The king my father! Horatio. [With hesitation. Season your admiration for a while With an attent ear; till I may deliver Hamlet. For God's love, let me hear! Horatio. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Appears before them, and with solemn march Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distilled Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me And I with them the third night kept the watch: Form of the thing, each word made true and good, Hamlet. But where was this? Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we watched. Did you not speak to it? My lord, I did; Hamlet. Horatio. 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 vanished from our sight. 'Tis very strange. Hamlet. Horatio. As I do live, my honoured lord, 't is true; Hamlet. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles e. Mar., Ber. We do, my lord. Hamlet. Armed, say you? Horatio. Armed, my lord. Hamlet. From top to toe ? Horatio. My lord, from head to foot. Hamlet. Then saw you not his face? Horatio. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. What! looked he frowningly? Hamlet. Horatio. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Hamlet. Pale or red? Horatio. Nay, very pale. Hamlet. And fixed his eyes upon you? Horatio. Most constantly. Hamlet. I would I had been there. Horatio. It would have much amazed you. Hamlet. Very like, very like. Stayed it long? Horatio. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Longer, longer. Mar., Ber. If it assume my noble father's person, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, If you have hitherto concealed this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; Our duty to your honour. Horatio. Hamlet. Your loves, as mine to you: farewell. [Exeunt Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo c. My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: would the night were come! [Enter Laertes and Ophelia c. Laer. My necessaries are embarked: farewell: For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, For nature, crescent, does not grow alone Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now; |