Then I to _Hercules_. Within a Moneth?
Ere yet the salt of most vnrighteous Teares
Had left the flushing of her gauled eyes, [Sidenote: in her]
She married. O most wicked speed, to post[1]
With such dexterity to Incestuous sheets:
It is not, nor it cannot come to good,
But breake my heart, for I must hold my tongue.[2]

_Enter Horatio, Barnard, and Marcellus._
[Sidenote: _Marcellus, and Bernardo._]

_Hor._ Haile to your Lordship.[3]

_Ham._ I am glad to see you well:
_Horatio_, or I do forget my selfe.

_Hor._ The same my Lord,
And your poore Seruant euer.

[Sidenote: 134] _Ham._ [4]Sir my good friend,
Ile change that name with you:[5]
And what make you from Wittenberg _Horatio_?[6]
_Marcellus._[7]

_Mar._ My good Lord.

_Ham._ I am very glad to see you: good euen Sir.[8]
But what in faith make you from _Wittemberge_?

_Hor._ A truant disposition, good my Lord.[9]