Page 217 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

I am very glad to see you. − [To Barnardo] Good even, sir. −
But what in faith make you from Wittenberg?

HORATIO
A truant disposition, good my lord.

HAMLET
I would not hear your enemy say so, [170]
Nor shall you do my ear that violence

To make it truster of your own report
Against yourself. I know you are no truant.
But what is your affair in Elsinore?
We’ll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. [175]

HORATIO

My lord, I came to see your father’s funeral.

HAMLET

I prithee do not mock me, fellow-student.
I think it was to see my mother’s wedding.

HORATIO
Indeed, my lord, it follow’d hard upon.

HAMLET
Thrift, thrift, Horatio. The funeral bak’d meats [180]
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio.
My father − methinks I see my father −

HORATIO
Where, my lord?

HAMLET
In my mind’s eye, Horatio. [185]