Laertes?
Laertes,
Laertes?
Pollonius?
Laertes, time be thine,
Hamlet, and my Sonne?
Hamletcast thy nightly colour off,
Hamlet,
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<head type="supplied">[Act 1, Scene 2]</head>
<head rend="italic center">Scena Secunda.</head>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Claudius King of Denmarke, Gertrude the Queene,
<lb/>Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes, and his Sister O
<lb/>phelia, Lords Attendant.<note resp="#PW">There is an ink mark at the end of this stage direction.</note>
</stage>
<sp who="#F-ham-cla">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="166">Though yet of<hi rend="italic">Hamlet</hi>our deere Brothers death</l>
<l n="167">The memory be greene: and that it vs befitted</l>
<l n="168">To beare our hearts in greefe, and our whole Kingdome</l>
<l n="169">To becontracted in one brow of woe:</l>
<l n="170">Yet so farre hath Discretion fought with Nature,</l>
<l n="171">That we with wisest sorrow thinke on him,</l>
<l n="172">Together with remembrance of our selues.</l>
<l n="173">Therefore our sometimes Sister, now our Queen,</l>
<l n="174">Th'Imperiall Ioyntresse of this warlike State,</l>
<l n="175">Haue we, as 'twere, with a defeated ioy,</l>
<l n="176">With one Auspicious, and one Dropping eye,</l>
<l n="177">With mirth in Fanerall, and with Dirge in Marriage,</l>
<l n="178">In equall Scale weighing Delight and Dole</l>
<l n="179">Taken to Wife; nor haue we heerein barr'd</l>
<l n="180">Your better Wisedomes, which haue freely gone</l>
<l n="181">With this affaire along, for all our Thankes.</l>
<l n="182">Now followes, that you know young<hi rend="italic">Fortinbras</hi>,<note resp="#ES">There is an ink mark at the end of this line.</note>
</l>
<l n="183">Holding a weake supposall of our worth;</l>
<l n="184">Or thinking by our late deere Brothers death,</l>
<l n="185">Our State to be disioynt, and out of Frame,</l>
<l n="186">Colleagued with the dreame of his Aduantage;</l>
<l n="187">He hath not fayl'd to pester vs with Message,</l>
<l n="188">Importing the surrender of those Lands</l>
<l n="189">Lost by his Father: with all Bonds of Law</l>
<l n="190">To our most valiant Brother.<hi rend="italic">S</hi>o much for him.</l>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Voltemand and Cornelius.</stage>
<l n="191">Now for our selfe, and for this time of meeting</l>
<l n="192">Thus much the businesse is. We haue heere writ</l>
<l n="193">To Norway, Vncle of young<hi rend="italic">Fortirbras</hi>,</l>
<l n="194">Who Impotent and Bedrid, scarsely heares</l>
<l n="195">Of this his Nephewes purpose, to suppresse</l>
<l n="196">His further gate heerein. In that the Leuies,</l>
<l n="197">The Lists, and full proportions are all made</l>
<l n="198">Out of his subiect: and we heere dispatch</l>
<l n="199">You good<hi rend="italic">Cornelius</hi>, and you<hi rend="italic">Voltemand</hi>,</l>
<l n="200">For bearing of this greeting to old Norway,</l>
<l n="201">Giuing to you no further personall power</l>
<l n="202">To businesse with the King, more then the scope</l>
<l n="203">Of these dilated Articles allow:</l>
<l n="204">Farewell, and let your hast commend your duty.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-vol">
<speaker rend="italic">Volt.</speaker>
<l n="205">In that, and all things, will we shew our duty.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-cla">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="206">We doubt it nothing, heartily farewell.</l>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Voltemand and Cornelius.</stage>
<l n="207">And now<hi rend="italic">Laertes</hi>, what's the newes with you?</l>
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<l n="208">You told vs of some suite. What is't<hi rend="italic">Laertes</hi>?</l>
<l n="209">You cannot speake of Reason to the Dane,</l>
<l n="210">And loose your voyce.What would'st thou beg<hi rend="italic">Laertes,</hi>
</l>
<l n="211">That shall not be my Offer, not thy Asking?</l>
<l n="212">The Head is not more Natiue to the Heart,</l>
<l n="213">The Hand more Instrumentall to the Mouth,</l>
<l n="214">Then is the Throne of Denmarke to thy Father.</l>
<l n="215">What would'st thou haue<hi rend="italic">Laertes?</hi>
</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-lae">
<speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
<l n="216">Dread my Lord,</l>
<l n="217">Your leaue and fauour to returne to France,<note resp="#ES">There is an ink mark at the end of this line.</note>
</l>
<l n="218">From whence, though willingly I came to Denmarke</l>
<l n="219">To shew my duty in your Coronation,</l>
<l n="220">Yet now I must confesse, that duty done,</l>
<l n="221">My thoughts and wishes bend againe towards France,</l>
<l n="222">And bow them to your gracious leaue and pardon.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-cla">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="223">Haue you your Fathers leaue?</l>
<l n="224">What sayes<hi rend="italic">Pollonius</hi>?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-pol">
<speaker rend="italic">Pol.</speaker>
<l n="225">He hath my Lord<gap extent="1"
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resp="#ES"/>:</l>
<l n="226">I do beseech you giue him leaue to go.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-cla">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="227">Take thy faire houre,<hi rend="italic">Laertes</hi>, time be thine,</l>
<l n="228">And thy best graces spend it at thy will:</l>
<l n="229">But now my Cosin<hi rend="italic">Hamlet</hi>, and my Sonne?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="230">A little more then kin, and lesse then kinde.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-cla">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="231">How is it that the Clouds still hang on you<c rend="italic">?</c>
</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="232">Not so my Lord, I am too much i'th'Sun.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ger">
<speaker rend="italic">Queen.</speaker>
<l n="233">Good<hi rend="italic">Hamlet</hi>cast thy nightly colour off,</l>
<l n="234">And let thine eye looke like a Friend on Denmarke.</l>
<l n="235">Do not for euer with thy veyled lids</l>
<l n="236">Seeke for thy Noble Father in the dust;</l>
<l n="237">Thou know'st 'tis common, all that liues must dye,</l>
<l n="238">Passing through Nature, to Eternity.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="239">I Madam, it is common.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ger">
<speaker rend="italic">Queen.</speaker>
<l n="240">If it be;</l>
<l n="241">Why seemes it so particular with thee.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="242">Seemes Madam? Nay, it is: I know not Seemes:</l>
<l n="243">'Tis not alone my Inky Cloake (good Mother)</l>
<l n="244">Nor Customary suites of solemne Blacke,</l>
<l n="245">Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath,</l>
<l n="246">No, nor the fruitfull Riuer in the Eye,</l>
<l n="247">Nor the deiected hauiour of the Visage,</l>
<l n="248">Together with all Formes, Moods, shewes of Griefe,</l>
<l n="249">That can denote me truly. These indeed Seeme,</l>
<l n="250">For they are actions that a man might play:</l>
<l n="251">But I haue that Within, which passeth show;</l>
<l n="252">These, but the Trappings, and the Suites of woe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-cla">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="253">'Tis sweet and commendable</l>
<l n="254">In your Nature<hi rend="italic">Hamlet</hi>,</l>
<l n="255">To giue these mourning duties to your Father:</l>
<l n="256">But you must know, your Father lost a Father,</l>
<l n="257">That Father lost, lost his, and the Suruiuer bound</l>
<l n="258">In filiall Obligation, for some terme</l>
<l n="259">To do obsequious Sorrow. But to perseuer</l>
<l n="260">In obstinate Condolement, is a course</l>
<l n="261">Of impious stubbornnesse. 'Tis vnmanly greefe,</l>
<l n="262">It shewes a will most incorrect to Heauen,</l>
<l n="263">A Heart vnfortified, a Minde impatient,</l>
<l n="264">An Vnderstanding simple, and vnschool'd:</l>
<l n="265">For, what we know must be, and is as common</l>
<l n="266">As any the most vulgar thing to sence,</l>
<l n="267">Why should we in our peeuish Opposition</l>
<l n="268">Take it to heart? Fye,'tis a fault to Heauen,</l>
<l n="269">A fault against the Dead, a fault to Nature,</l>
<l n="270">To Reason most absurd, whose common Theame</l>
<l n="271">Is death of Fathers, and who still hath cried,</l>
<l n="272">From the first Coarse, till he that dyed to day,</l>
<l n="273">This must be so. We pray you throw to earth</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="274">This vnpreuayling woe, and thinke of vs</l>
<l n="275">As of a Father; For let the world take note,</l>
<l n="276">You arc the most immediate to our Throne,</l>
<l n="277">And with no lesse Nobility of Loue,</l>
<l n="278">Then that which deerest Father beares his Sonne,</l>
<l n="279">Do I impart towards you. For your intent</l>
<l n="280">In going backe to Schoole in Wittenberg,</l>
<l n="281">It is most retrograde to our desire:</l>
<l n="282">And we beseech you, bend you to remaine</l>
<l n="283">Heere in the cheere and comfort of our eye,</l>
<l n="284">Our cheefest Courtier Cosin, and our Sonne.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ger">
<speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
<l n="285">Let not thy Mother lose her Prayers<hi rend="italic">Hamlet:</hi>
</l>
<l n="286">I prythee stay with vs, go not to Wittenberg.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="287">I shall in all my<choice>
<orig>beft</orig>
<corr>best</corr>
</choice>
</l>
<l n="288">Obey you Madam.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-cla">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="289">Why 'tis a louing, and a faire Reply,</l>
<l n="290">Be as our selfe in Denmarke. Madam come,</l>
<l n="291">This gentle and vnforc'd accord of<hi rend="italic">Hamlet</hi>
</l>
<l n="292">Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof,</l>
<l n="293">No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day,</l>
<l n="294">But the great Cannon to the Clowds shall tell,</l>
<l n="295">And the Kings Rouce, the Heauens shall bruite againe,</l>
<l n="296">Respeaking earthly Thunder. Come away.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
<stage rend="italic center" type="business">Manet Hamlet.</stage>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="297">Oh that this too too solid Flesh, would melt,</l>
<l n="298">Thaw, and resolue it selfe into a Dew:</l>
<l n="299">Or that the Euerlasting had not fixt</l>
<l n="300">His Cannon 'gainst Selfe‑slaughter. O God, O God!</l>
<l n="301">How weary, stale, flat, and vnprofitable</l>
<l n="302">Seemes to me all the vses of this world?</l>
<l n="303">Fie on't? Oh fie, fie, 'tis an vnweeded Garden</l>
<l n="304">That growes to Seed: Things rank, and grosse in Nature</l>
<l n="305">Possesse it meerely. That it should come to this:</l>
<l n="306">But two months dead: Nay, not so much; not two,</l>
<l n="307">So excellent a King, that was to this</l>
<l n="308">
<hi rend="italic">Hiperion</hi>to a Satyre: so louing to my Mother,</l>
<l n="309">That he might not beteene the windes of heauen</l>
<l n="310">Visit her face too roughly. Heauen and Earth</l>
<l n="311">Must I remember: why she would hang on him,</l>
<l n="312">As if encrease of Appetite had growne</l>
<l n="313">By what it fed on; and yet within a month?</l>
<l n="314">Let me not thinke on't: Frailty, thy name is woman.</l>
<l n="315">A little Month, or ere those shooes were old,</l>
<l n="316">With which she followed my poore Fathers body</l>
<l n="317">Like<hi rend="italic">Niobe</hi>, all teares. Why she, euen she.</l>
<l n="318">(O Heauen! A beast that wants discourse of Reason</l>
<l n="319">Would haue mourn'd longer) married with mine Vnkle,</l>
<l n="320">My Fathers Brother: but no more like my Father,</l>
<l n="321">Then I to<hi rend="italic">Hercules</hi>. Within a Moneth?</l>
<l n="322">Ere yet the salt of most vnrighteous Teares</l>
<l n="323">Had left the flushing of her gauled eyes,</l>
<l n="324">She married. O most wicked speed, to post</l>
<l n="325">With such dexterity to Incestuous sheets:</l>
<l n="326">It is not, nor it cannot come to good.</l>
<l n="327">But breake my heart, for I must hold my tongue.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Horatio, Barnard, and Marcellus.</stage>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="328">Haile to your Lordship.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="329">I am glad to see you well:</l>
<l n="330">
<hi rend="italic">Horatio</hi>, or I do forget my selfe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="331">The same my Lord,</l>
<l n="332">And your poore Seruant euer.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="333">Sir my good friend,</l>
<l n="334">Ile change that name with you:</l>
<l n="335">And what make you from Wittenberg<hi rend="italic">Horatio</hi>?</l>
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<cb n="1"/>
<l n="336">Marcellus.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-mar">
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<l n="337">My good Lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="338">I am very glad to see you: good euen Sir.</l>
<l n="339">But what in faith make you srom<hi rend="italic">Wittemberge</hi>?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="340">A truant disposition, good my Lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="341">I would not haue your Enemy say so;</l>
<l n="342">Nor shall you doe mine eare that violence,</l>
<l n="343">To make it truster of your owne report</l>
<l n="344">Against your selfe. I know you are no Truant:</l>
<l n="345">But what is your affaire in<hi rend="italic">Elsenour</hi>?</l>
<l n="346">Wee'l teach you to drinke deepe, ere you depart.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="347">My Lord, I came to see your Fathers Funerall.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="348">I pray thee doe not mock me (fellow Student)</l>
<l n="349">I thinke it was to see my Mothers Wedding.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="350">Indeed my Lord, it followed hard vpon.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="351">Thrift, thrift<hi rend="italic">Horatio:</hi>the Funerall Bakt‑meats</l>
<l n="352">Did coldly furnish forth the Marriage Tables;</l>
<l n="353">Would I had met my dearest foe in heauen,</l>
<l n="354">Ere I had euer seene that day<hi rend="italic">Horatio</hi>.</l>
<l n="355">My Father, me thinkes I see my father.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="356">Oh where my Lord?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="357">In my minds eye (<hi rend="italic">Horatio</hi>)</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="358">I saw him once; he was a goodly King.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="359">He was a man, take him for all in all:</l>
<l n="360">I shall not look vpon his like againe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="361">My Lord, I thinke I saw him yesternight.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="362">Saw? Who?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="363">My Lord, the King your Father.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="364">The King my Father?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="365">Season your admiration for a while</l>
<l n="366">With an attent eare; till I may deliuer</l>
<l n="367">Vpon the witnesse of these Gentlemen,</l>
<l n="368">This maruell to you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="369">For Heauens loue let me heare.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="370">Two nights together, had these Gentlemen</l>
<l n="371">(<hi rend="italic">Marcellus</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Barnardo</hi>) on their Watch</l>
<l n="372">In the dead wast and middle of the night</l>
<l n="373">Beene thus encountred. A figure like your Father,</l>
<l n="374">Arm'd at all points exactly,<hi rend="italic">Cap a Pe</hi>,</l>
<l n="375">Appeares before them, and with sollemne march</l>
<l n="376">Goes slow and stately: By them thrice he walkt,</l>
<l n="377">By their opprest and feare‑surprized eyes,</l>
<l n="378">Within his Truncheons length; whilst they bestil'd</l>
<l n="379">Almost to Ielly with the Act of feare,</l>
<l n="380">Stand dumbe and speake not to him. This to me</l>
<l n="381">In dreadfull secrecie impart they did,</l>
<l n="382">And I with them the third Night kept the Watch,</l>
<l n="383">Whereas they had deliuer'd both in time,</l>
<l n="384">Forme of the thing; each word made true and good,</l>
<l n="385">The Apparition comes. I knew your Father:</l>
<l n="386">These hands are not more like.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="387">But where was this?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-mar">
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<l n="388">My Lord, vpon the platforme where we watcht.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="389">Did you not speake to it?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="390">My Lord, I did;</l>
<l n="391">But answere made it none: yet once me thought</l>
<l n="392">It lifted vp<choice>
<orig>it</orig>
<corr>its</corr>
</choice>head, and did addresse</l>
<l n="393">It selfe to motion, like as it would speake:</l>
<l n="394">But euen then, the Morning Cocke crew lowd;</l>
<l n="395">And at the sound it shrunke in hast away,</l>
<l n="396">And vanisht from our sight.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="397">Tis very strange.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="398">As I doe liue my honourd Lord 'tis true;</l>
<l n="399">And we did thinke it writ downe in our duty</l>
<l n="400">To let you know of it.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="401">Indeed, indeed Sirs; but this troubles me.</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="402">Hold you the watch to Night<c rend="italic">?</c>
</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor #F-ham-mar">
<speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
<l n="403">We doe my Lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="404">Arm'd, say you?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor #F-ham-mar">
<speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
<l n="405">Arm'd, my Lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="406">From top to toe<c rend="italic">?</c>
</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor #F-ham-mar">
<speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
<l n="407">My Lord, from head to foote.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="408">Then saw you not his face?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="409">O yes, my Lord, he wore his Beauer vp.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="410">What, lookt he frowningly?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="411">A countenance more in sorrow then in anger.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="412">Pale, or red?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="413">Nay very pale.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="414">And fixt his eyes vpon you?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="415">Most constantly.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="416">I would I had beene<gap extent="1"
unit="chars"
reason="illegible"
agent="partiallyInkedType"
resp="#ES"/>here.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="417">It would haue much amaz'd you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="418">Very like, very like: staid it long?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="419">While one with moderate hast might tell a hun
<lb rend="turnover"/>
<pc rend="turnover">(</pc>dred.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-all">
<speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
<l n="420">Longer, longer.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="421">Not when I saw't.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="422">His Beard was grisly<c rend="italic">?</c>no.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="423">It was, as I haue seene it in his life,</l>
<l n="424">A Sable Siluer'd.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="425">Ile watch to Night; perchance 'twill wake a
<lb rend="turnover"/>
<pc rend="turnover">(</pc>gaine.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-hor">
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<l n="426">I warrant you it will.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="427">If it assume my noble Fathers person,</l>
<l n="428">Ile speake to it, though Hell it selfe should gape</l>
<l n="429">And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,</l>
<l n="430">Is you haue hitherto conceald this sight;</l>
<l n="431">Let it bee treble in your silence still:</l>
<l n="432">And whatsoeuer els shall hap to night,</l>
<l n="433">Giue it an vnderstanding but no tongue;</l>
<l n="434">I will requite your loues; so, fare ye well:</l>
<l n="435">Vpon the Platforme twixt eleuen and twelue,</l>
<l n="436">Ile visit you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-ham-all">
<speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
<l n="437">Our duty to your Honour.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
<sp who="#F-ham-ham">
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="438">Your loue, as mine to you: farewell.</l>
<l n="439">My Fathers Spirit in Armes<c rend="italic">?</c>All is not well:</l>
<l n="440">I doubt some foule play: would the Night were come;</l>
<l n="441">Till then sit still my soule; foule deeds will rise,</l>
<l n="442">Though all the earth orewhelm them to mens eies.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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