The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Ham._ For Gods loue let me heare it.
_Hor._ Two nights together had these Gentlemen, 115
_Marcellus_ and _Bernardo_, on their watch,
In the dead vast and middle of the night.
Beene thus incountered by a figure like your father,
Armed to poynt, exactly _Capapea_
Appeeres before them thrise, he walkes 120
Before their weake and feare oppressed eies.
Within his tronchions length,
While they distilled almost to gelly.
With the act of feare stands dumbe,
And speake not to him: this to mee 125
In dreadfull secresie impart they did.
And I with them the third night kept the watch,
Where as they had deliuered forme of the thing.
Each part made true and good,
The Apparition comes: I knew your father, 130
These handes are not more like.
_Ham._ Tis very strange.
_Hor._ As I do liue, my honord lord, tis true,
And wee did thinke it right done,
In our dutie to let you know it. 135
_Ham._ Where was this?
_Mar._ My Lord, vpon the platforme where we watched.
_Ham._ Did you not speake to it?
_Hor._ My Lord we did, but answere made it none,
Yet once me thought it was about to speake, 140
And lifted vp his head to motion,
Like as he would speake, but euen then
The morning cocke crew lowd, and in all haste,
It shruncke in haste away, and vanished
Our sight. 145
_Ham._ Indeed, indeed sirs, but this troubles me:
Hold you the watch to night?
_All_ We do my Lord.
_Ham._ Armed say ye?
_All_ Armed my good Lord. 150
_Ham._ From top to toe?
_All._ My good Lord, from head to foote.
_Ham._ Why then saw you not his face?
_Hor._ O yes my Lord, he wore his beuer vp.
_Ham._ How look't he, frowningly? 155
_Hor._ A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
_Ham._ Pale, or red?
_Hor._ Nay, verie pal
_Ham._ And fixt his eies vpon you.
_Hor._ Most constantly. 160
_Ham._ I would I had beene there.
_Hor._ It would a much amazed you.
_Ham._ Yea very like, very like, staid it long?
_Hor._ While one with moderate pace
Might tell a hundred. 165
_Mar._ O longer, longer.
_Ham._ His beard was grisleld, no.
_Hor._ It was as I haue seene it in his life,
A sable siluer.
_Ham._ I wil watch to night, perchance t'wil walke againe. 170
_Hor._ I warrant it will.
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