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But two months dead, nay not fo much, not two, not fo much, not two, oudyA So excellent a King, that was to this Hiperion to a fatire, fo louing to my mother, That he might not beteeme the winds of heauen Vifite her face too roughly, heauen and earth Muft I remember,why fhe fhould hang on him Asifincreafe of appetite had growne By what it fed on, and yet within a month, Let me not thinke on't; frailty thy name is woman A little month or ere thofe fhooes were old With which fhe followed my poore fathers bodie Like Niobe all teares, why the fining us A flom nolsono O God, a beaft that wants difcourfe of reafon Would have mourn'd longer, married with my Vncle, My fathers brother, but no more like my father Then I to Hercules, within a month, Ere yet the falt of moft vnrighteous teares, Had left the flushing in her gauled eyes She married, ô moft wicked speedesto poft With fuch dexteritie to inceftious fheets, It is not, nor it cannot come to good, But breake my hart, for I must hold my tongue. deseniors H Enter Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo, W.jaz Hora. Haile to your Lordship. Ham. I am glad to fee you well; Horatio, or I do forget my felfe. Hora. The fame my Lord, and your poore feruant euer. Ham. Sir my good friend, Ile change that name with you, And what make you from Wittenberg Horatio? Marcellus. Mar. My good Lord. Ham. I am very glad to fee you, (good euen fir) But what in faith make you from Wittenberg Hora. A truant difpofition good my Lord. Ham. I would not heare your enimie fay fo, Nor fhall you doe my eare that violence To make it trufter of your owne report Againft your felfe, I knowe you are no truant, But what is your affaire in Elfonoure? Weele teach you for to drinke ere you depart.