_Ham._ Thrift, thrift, H_oratio_, the funerall bak't meates
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables,
Would I had met my deerest foe in heauen
Ere euer I had seene that day _Horatio_;
O my father, my father, me thinks I see my father.
_Hor._ Where my Lord?
_Ham._ Why, in my mindes eye H_oratio_.
_Hor._ I saw him once, he was a gallant King.
_Ham._ He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not looke vpon his like againe.
_Hor._ My Lord, I thinke I saw him yesternight,
_Ham._ Saw, who?
_Hor._ My Lord, the King your father.
_Ham._ Ha, ha, the King my father ke you.
_Hor._ Ceasen your admiration for a while
With an attentiue eare, till I may deliuer,
Vpon the witnesse of these Gentlemen
This wonder to you.
_Ham._ For Gods loue let me heare it.
_Hor._ Two nights together had these Gentlemen,
_Marcellus_ and _Bernardo_, on their watch
In the dead vast and middle of the night.
Beene thus incountered by a figure like your father,
Armed to poynt, exactly _Capapea_
Appeeres before them thrise, he walkes
Before their weake and feare oppressed eies
Within his tronchions length,
While they distilled almost to gelly. [C1]
With the act of feare stands dumbe,
And speake not to him: this to mee