o,--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:[52]
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?--
Marcellus?

[_Crosses to_ C.]

_Mar._ (R.) My good lord,

_Ham._ (C.) I am very glad to see you; good even, sir.

[_To_ BERNARDO, R.]

But what, in faith,[53] make you[54] from Wittenberg?[55]

_Hor._ (L.) A truant disposition, good my lord.

_Ham._ I would not hear 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.

_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 followed hard upon.

_Ham._ Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe[56] in Heaven
Ere ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
My father,--Methinks, I see my father.

_Hor._ Where,
My lord?

_Ham._ In my mind's eye, Horatio.

_Hor._ I saw him once; he was a goodly king.[57]

_Ham._ He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.

[_Crosses to_ L.]

_Hor._ (C.) My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.

_Ham._ Saw who?

_Hor._ My lord, the king your father.

_Ham._ The king my father!

_Hor._ Season your admiration for a while[58]
With an attent ear; till I may deliver,
Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
This marvel to you.

_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,[59]
Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,
Arm'd at all points exactly, cap-a-pe,
Appears before them, and, with solemn march
Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd
By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,
Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distill'd
Almost to jelly with the act of fear,[60]
Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me
In dreadful secrecy impart they did;
And I with them the third night kept the watch:
Where