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If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
'Tis here! HORATIO.
'Tis here! MARCELLUS. 'Tis gone!
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
HORATIO. So have I heard and do in part believe it. But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill: Break we our watch up; and by my advice, Let us impart what we have seen to-night Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
[ A room of state in the castle. To the strains of a Danish march, there enter the King, Queen, HamLET, POLONIUS, Laertes, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and ATTENDANTS.]
yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green, and that it us befitted ' To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe, Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature That we with wisest sorrow think on him, Together with remembrance of ourselves. Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, The imperial jointress to this warlike state, Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy, Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone With this affair along. For all, our thanks. And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes ?
My dread lord, Your leave and favour to return to France, From whence though willingly I came to Den
mark, To show my duty in your coronation, Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend' again toward
France And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.
KING. Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?