_Mar._ } My lord, from head to foot.[244][245][246] _Ber._ } _Ham._ Then saw you not his face?[246][247] _Hor._ O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.[246][248] _Ham._ What, look'd he frowningly?[249] 230 _Hor._ A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. _Ham._ Pale or red? _Hor._ Nay, very pale. _Ham._ And fix'd his eyes upon you? _Hor._ Most constantly. _Ham._ I would I had been there. _Hor._ It would have much amazed you.[250] 235 _Ham._ Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?[250][251] _Hor._ While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.[250][252] _Mar._} Longer, longer.[250][253] _Ber._} _Hor._ Not when I saw't. _Ham._ His beard was grizzled? no?[254][255] _Hor._ It was, as I have seen it in his life,[255][256] 240 A sable silver'd.[257] _Ham._ I will watch to-night; Perchance 'twill walk again. _Hor._ I warrant it will.[258] _Ham._ If it assume my noble father's person, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, 245 If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,[259] Let it be tenable in your silence still,[260] And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,[261] Give it an understanding, but no tongue: I will requite your loves. So fare you well:[262] 250 Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve.[263] I'll visit you. _All._ Our duty to your honour.[264] _Ham._ Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.[265] [_Exeunt all but Hamlet._ My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;[266] I doubt some foul play: would the night were come! 255 Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise,[267] Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. [_Exit._ SCENE III. _A room in Polonius's house._ _Enter_ LAERTES _and_ OPHELIA.[268] _Laer._ My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:[269] And, sister, as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,[270] But let me hear from you. _Oph._ Do you doubt that? _Laer._ For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour,[271] 5 Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood, A violet in the youth of primy nature,[272] Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,[273] The perfume and suppliance of a minute;[274] No more. _Oph._ No more but so?