Bernardo. It was about to speak, when the cock Horatio. And then it started like a guilty thing Marcellus. It faded on the crowing of the cock. 150 155 160 Horatio. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill. 166 70 170 This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him. Marcellus. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know Where we shall find him most conveniently. [Exeunt. SCENE II. 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 Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature 5 10 In equal scale weighing delight and dole, To our most valiant brother. So much for him. To business with the king, more than the scope 15 20 25 30 35 Of these dilated articles allow. Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.° Cornelius. In that and all things will we show 40 Voltimand. our duty. King. We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell. [Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS. 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, That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? The head is not more native to the heart, Laertes. 45 Dread my lord, 50 Your leave and favour° to return to France; From whence though willingly I came to Den mark, To show my duty in your coronation, Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, 55 And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. King. Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius? Polonius. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave By laboursome petition, and at last Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent.° I do beseech you, give him leave to go. 60 King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, And thy best graces spend it° at thy will! But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son, Hamlet. [Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind. о 65 King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you ? Hamlet. 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 knowst 'tis common; all that lives must die, Hamlet. Ay, madam, it is common. Why seems it so particular with thee? 70 If it be, 75 Hamlet. Seems, madam! nay, it is. I know not "seems." |