Rotten opinion, which hath writ me down Where it shall mingle with the state of floods, (As I before remember'd) all our state, And (Heav'n consigning to my good intents) SHAKSPEARE 9240000 C CHAP. XII. ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY AND BISHOP OF ELY. Cant. MY Lord, I'll tell you: that self bill is urg'd, Which in the eleventh year o' th' last King's reign, Was like, and had indeed against us pass'd, But that the scrambling and unquiet time Ely. But how, my Lord, shall we resist it now? We lose the better half of our possession: By testament have given to the church, Of indigent faint souls, past corporal toil, Thus runs the bill. Cant. Twould drink the cup and all. Ely. But what prevention? Cant. The king is full of grace and fair regard. And whipp'd th' offending Adam out of him, T'envelope and contain celestial spirits. With such a heady current, scouring faultse So soon did lose his seat, and all at once, Ely. We're blessed in the change. Cant. Hear him but reason in divinity, You would desire, the King were made a prelate. Turn him to any cause of policy, Which is a wonder how his Grace should glean it, Ely. The strawberry grows underneath the nettle, And wholesome berries thrive, and ripen best, Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality: And so the prince obscur'd his contemplation Cant. It must be so for miracles are ceas'd; 0033000 SHAKSPEARE. CHAP. XIII, HAMLET AND HORATIO. 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 makes you from Whittenburg, Horatio? HAM. I would not hear your enemy say so; We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. HOR. Indeed, my Lord, it follow'd hard upon. My father Methinks I see my father. HOR. Oh where, my Lord? HAM. In my mind's eye, Horatio. HOR. I saw him once, he was a goodly King. I shall not look upon his like again. HOR. 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 but a while, With an attentive ear; till I deliver, 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, Been thus encounter'à: A figure like your father, Appears before them, and with solemn march Within his truncheon's length; whilst they (distill'd And I with them the third night kept the watch: Form of the thing, each word made true and good, These hands are not more like. HAM. But where was this? HOR. My Lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. HAM. Did you not speak to it? Hoк. My Lord, I did; But answer made it none. Yet once methought It lifted up its head, and did address Itself to motion, like as it would speak, But even then the morning cock crew loud; HAM. 'Tis very strange. HOR. As I do live, my honour'd Lord, 'tis true; HAM. Indeed, indeed, sir, but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to-night? HOR. We do, my Lord. HAM. Arm'd, say you? HOR. Arm'd my Lord. HAM. From top to toe? HOR. My Lord, from head to foot. HAM. Then saw you not his face? HOR. O, yes, my Lord; he wore his beaver up. |