Ham. Pale, or red? Hor. Nay, very pale. Ham. And fix'd his eyes upon you? Ham. I would, I had been there. Very like: Stay'd it long? Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Mar. Ber. Longer, longer. Hor. Not when I saw it. Ham. His beard was grizzl'd? no? Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd. Ham. I will watch to-night; Perhaps 'twill walk again. Hor. I warrant, it will. 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, If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Give it an understanding, but no tongue; I will requite your loves: So, fare you well: Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, I'll visit you. All. Our duty to your Xonour. Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: Farewell. [Exeunt HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO. My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul: Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. [Exit. SCENE III. A Room in Polonius' House, Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA. Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell:' Aud, sister, as the winds give benefit, And convoy is assistant, do not sleep, But let me hear from you. Oph. Do you doubt that? Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his fa vour, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood; A violet in the youth of primy nature, Oph. No more but so? Laer. Think it no more: For nature, crescent, does not grow alone Unto the voice and yielding of that body, Whereof he is the head: Then if he says, he loves you, It fits your wisdom so far to believe it, Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister; Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Laer. O, fear me not, I stay too long; -But here my father comes. Enter POLONIUS. A double blessing is a double grace; Occasion smiles upon a second leave. Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame; The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are staid for; There, my blessing with you; [Laying his hand on LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory And they in France, of the best rank and station, Lord. Pol. The time invites you; go, your servants tend. Laer. Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well What I have said to you. Oph. 'Tis in my memory lock'd, Laer. Farewell. [Exit LAERTES. Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? Oph. So please you, something touching the lord Hamlet. Pol. Marry, well bethought: 'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late Given private time to you; and you yourself eous; If it be so, (as so 'tis put on me, And that in way of caution,) I must tell you, Of his affection to me. Pol. Affection? puh! you speak like a green girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? Oph. I do not know, my Lord, what I should think. Pol. Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby; That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay, Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly; Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, In honourable fashion. |