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A piece of him.
Mar. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
25 He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
Hor. Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
Sit down awhile;
Well, sit we down, 30 And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Ber. Last night of all,
35 The bell then beating one, Mar. Peace, break thee off; look where it comes again!
Enter Ghost, armed.
Question it, Horatio.
45 Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!
Mar. It is offended.
See, it stalks away!
[Exit Ghost. Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
Ber. How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale: 50 Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on't ?
Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
60 'Tis strange.
Mar. Thus twice before, and just at this dread hour,
Hor. In what particular thought to work I know not;
Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
That can I; At least, the whisper goes so.
Our last king, Whose image even but now appear'd to us, Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
80 Dard to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet,For so this side of our known world esteem'd him,Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact, Well ratified by law and heraldry, Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands, Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror : Against the which, a moiety competent Was gaged by our king; which had return'd To the inheritance of Fortinbras, Had he been vanquisher; as by the same cov'nant, 90 And carriage of the article design'd, His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, Of unimproved mettle hot and full, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, Shark'd up a list of landless resolutes,
95 For food and diet, to some enterprise
That hath a stomach in't: which is no other,
Hor. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
[Cock crows. Speak of it :-stay, and speak!-Stop it, Marcellus. Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partisan ? Hor. Do, if it will not stand.
'Tis here! Hor
'Tis here! Mar. 'Tis gone!
[Exit Ghost. We do it wrong, being so majestical,
Ber. It was about to speak when the cock crew.
150 The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine: and of the truth herein This present object made probation.
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
155 Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm;
160 So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
170 Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know Where we shall find him most conveniently. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.-ELSINORE. A Room of State in the Castle. Enter the KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES,
VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants. King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green ; and that it us befitted
To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom
15 With this affair along :-for all, our thanks. Now follows that you know, young Fortinbras, Holding a weak supposal of our worth, Or thinking by our late dear brother's death Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, Colleagued with the dream of his advantage, He hath not fail'd to pester us with message, Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father, with all bonds of law, To our most valiant brother. So much for him.
25 Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting : Thus much the business is :-we have here writ To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears Of this his nephew's purpose,-to suppress His further gait herein; in that the levies, The lists, and full proportions, are all made Out of his subject and we here despatch You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand, For bearers of this greeting to old Norway;
35 Giving to you no further personal power To business with the king more than the scope Of these dilated articles allow. Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty.
Cor. and Vol. In that and all things will we show our duty. King. We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.
[Exeunt Vol. and Cor And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane, And lose your voice : what wouldst thou beg, Laertes, 45 That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?