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And vanish'd from our sight.
'Tis very strange!
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 Halm. Then saw you not his face ?
[to foot. HOR. O yes, my lord; he wore his beaver
up. Ham What, look’d he frowningly ? Hor. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Ham. Pale or red. Hor. Nay, very pale. Ham. And fixed his eyes upon you ? HOR. Most conHam. I would I had been there! [stantly HOR. It would have much amaz'd you. HAM. Very like, very like. Staid it long? HOR. While one with moderate haste might tell a Ham. His beard was grizzled ?-no- hundred.
Hor. It was as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd.
Ham. I'll watch to-night; perchance 'twill walk again.
Ham. If it assume my noble father's person,
have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
well. Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve
I'll visit you.
10. QUEEN MAB.
Drawn with a team of little atomies,
11. THE APOTHECARY.
A beggarly account of empty boxes;
12. HOTSPUR'S DESCRIPTION OF A FOP. I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly drest; Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin, new reaped, Showed like a stubble land at harvest home. He was perfumed like a milliner; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took it away again ; Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff.—And still he smiled and talked ; And as the soldiers bare dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. With many holiday and lady-terms He questioned me: amongst the rest demanded My prisoners in your majesty's behalf. I then, all smarting with my wounds, being galled To be so pestered with a popinjay, Out of my grief, and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what: He should, or should not: for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman, Of guns and drums, and wounds: (God save the mark!)
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
13. CLARENCE AND BRAKENBURY.
CLAR. O, I have passed a miserable night,
sit. BRAK. What was your dream, my lord ? I pray you teli
CLAR. Methought that I had broken from the Tower, And was embarked to cross to Burgundy, And in my company my brother Gloster; Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches. Thence we looked toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befallen us. As we paced along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled, and, in falling, Struck me (that sought to stay him) overboard, Into the tumbling billows of the main. Lord, Lord, methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What ugly sights of death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels; All scattered in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes Where
did once inhabit, there were crept, As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems,
To gaze upon
That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep,
the secrets of the deep ?
BRAK. Awaked you not with this sore agony ?
CLAR. No, no; my dream was lengthened after life. O then began the tempest to my soul : I passed, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman that poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick, Who cried aloud—“What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?” And so he vanished. Then came wandering by A shadow like an angel, with bright hair Dappled in blood, and he shrieked out aloud“ Clarence is come, false, fleeting, perjured Clarence, That stabbed me in the field by Tewkesbury; Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torinents ! With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environed me, and howlèd in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very
noise I trembling waked; and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell : Such terrible impression made my dream.
BRAK. No marvel, lord, that it affrighted you;
CLAR. O, Brakenbury, I have done those thiugs