If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, If there be any good thing to be done, If thou art privy to thy country's fate, Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, Stop it, Marcellus. MARCELLUS. (The cock crows.) Shall I strike at it with my partisan? HORATIO. Do, if it will not stand. BERNARDO. 'Tis here! HORATIO. 'Tis here! MARCELLUS. 'Tis gone! (Exit GHOST.) We do it wrong, being so majestical, For it is, as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery. BERNARDO. It was about to speak, when the cock crew. HORATIO. And then it started like a guilty thing Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat MARCELLUS. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes HORATIO. So have I heard and do in part believe it. (Exeunt.) [A room of state in the castle. To the strains of a Danish march, there enter the KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, LORDS, and ATTENDANTS.] KING. THOUGH yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green, and that it us befitted Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature LAERTES. My dread lord, Your leave and favour to return to France, From whence though willingly I came to Den⚫ mark, To show my duty in your coronation, Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward |