Page 216 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on; and yet within a month − [145]
Let me not think on’t − Frailty, thy name is woman −
A little month, or ere those shoes were old

With which she follow’d my poor father’s body,
Like Niobe, all tears − why, she −
O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason [150]
Would have mourn’d longer − married with my uncle,

My father’s brother − but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules. Within a month,
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, [155]

She married − O most wicked speed! To post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

Enter Horatio, Marcellus, and Barnardo.

HORATIO
Hail to your lordship.

HAMLET
I am glad to see you well. [160]
Horatio, or I do forget myself.

HORATIO
The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.

HAMLET
Sir, my good friend, I’ll change that name with you.

And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? − Marcellus. [165]

MARCELLUS

My good lord.

HAMLET