The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. Уильям Шекспир

where was this?

        Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.

        Ham. Did you not speak to it?

        Hor. My lord, I did;

          But answer made it none. Yet once methought

          It lifted up it head and did address

          Itself to motion, like as it would speak;

          But even then the morning cock crew loud,

          And at the sound it shrunk in haste away

          And vanish'd from our sight.

        Ham. 'Tis very strange.

        Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;

          And we did think it writ down in our duty

          To let you know of it.

        Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs. But this troubles me.

          Hold you the watch to-night?

        Both [Mar. and Ber.] We do, my lord.

        Ham. Arm'd, say you?

        Both. Arm'd, my lord.

        Ham. From top to toe?

        Both. My lord, from head to foot.

        Ham. Then saw you not his face?

        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 fix'd his eyes upon you?

        Hor. Most constantly.

        Ham. I would I had been there.

        Hor. It would have much amaz'd you.

        Ham. Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?

        Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.

        Both. Longer, longer.

        Hor. Not when I saw't.

        Ham. His beard was grizzled- no?

        Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,

          A sable silver'd.

        Ham. I will watch to-night.

          Perchance 'twill walk again.

        Hor. I warr'nt 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 honour.

        Ham. Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell.

Exeunt [all but Hamlet]

          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. Elsinore. A room in the house of Polonius

      Enter Laertes and Ophelia.

        Laer. My necessaries are embark'd. Farewell.

          And, 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 favour,

          Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;

          A violet in the youth of primy nature,

          Forward, not permanent- sweet, not lasting;

          The perfume and suppliance of a minute;

          No more.

        Oph. No more but so?

        Laer. Think it no more.

          For nature crescent does not grow alone

          In thews and bulk; but as this temple waxes,

          The inward service of the mind and soul

          Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,

          And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch

          The virtue of his will; but you must fear,

          His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;

          For he himself is subject to his birth.

          He may not, as unvalued persons do,

          Carve for himself, for on his choice depends

          The safety and health of this whole state,

          And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd

          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

          As he in his particular act and place

          May give his saying deed; which is no further

          Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.

          Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain

          If with too credent ear you list his songs,

          Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open

          To his unmast'red importunity.

          Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,

          And keep you in the rear of your affection,

          Out of the shot and danger of desire.

          The chariest maid is prodigal enough

          If she unmask her beauty to the moon.

          Virtue itself scopes not calumnious strokes.

          The canker galls the infants of the spring

          Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd,

          And in the morn and liquid dew of youth

          Contagious blastments are most imminent.

          Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.

          Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.

        Oph. I shall th' effect of this good lesson keep

          As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,

          Do not as some ungracious pastors do,

          Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,

          Whiles,