The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Laer. Dread my lord, From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again towards France, Pol. 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. 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, Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind." [Aside. King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i' the sun. Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nightly 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 know'st, 't is common; all that lives must die, Ham. Ay, madam, it is common. If it be, a The King has called him "my cousin Hamlet." He says, in a suppressed tone, "A little more than kin"-a little more than cousin. The King adds, "and my son." Hamlet says, "less than kind:"-I am little of the same nature with you. Kind is constantly used in the sense of nature by Ben Jonson and other contemporaries of Shakspere. VOL. VII. S Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. To give these mourning duties to your father: To do obsequious sorrow: But to persever Of impious stubbornness; 't is unmanly grief: a Obsequious sorrow-funereal sorrow,-from obsequies. Than that which dearest father bears his son, Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet; I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg. Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam. King. Why, 't is a loving and a fair reply; Be as ourself in Denmark.-Madam, come; This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof, No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day, But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell; And the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit again, Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. [Ex. KING, QUEEN, Lords, &c., PoL., and LAERTES. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! Seems to me all the uses of this world! Fye on 't! O fye! 't is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, By what it fed on: And yet, within a month,— A little month; or ere those shoes were old, O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,a Would have mourn'd longer, married with mine uncle, My father's brother; but no more like my father, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue! Enter HORATIO, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS. Hor. Hail to your lordship! Ham. I am glad to see you well: Horatio, or I do forget myself. Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?— Mar. My good lord, Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even, sir,But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. Ham. I would not have your enemy say so; Nor shall you do mine ear that violence, To make it truster of your own report Against yourself: I know, you are no truant. But what is your affair in Elsinore? We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart. a Discourse of reason is the discursion of reason-the faculty of pursuing a train of thought, or of passing from one thought to another. Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student; I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Hor. My lord? Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. O, where, Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king. Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Hor. My lord, the king your father. Ham. The king my father! Hor. Season your admiration for a while Ham. For heaven's love, let me hear. Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead waste and middle of the night, Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, Appears before them, and, with solemn march, bestill'd a Thrift, thrift. It was a frugal arrangement,—a thrifty proceeding. |