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Would I have met my dearest foe

in Heaven

or ever I had seen that day.

My father.

Methinks I see my father.

Where, my lord?

In my mind's eye.

I saw him once.

He was a goodly king.

He was a man, take him for all,

I shall not see his like again.

I think I saw him,

yesternight.

Saw? Who?

My lord, the King, your father.

The King, my father?

Season your admiration for a while

with an attent ear

while I deliver upon witness of

this gentleman this marvel to you.

In the dead waste of the middle of

the night, the apparition comes.

Where was this?

Upon the platform where we watched.

'Tis here.

Did you not speak to it?

I did, but answer made it none.

Yet once, methought,

it lifted up its head,

like as if it would speak.

Stay, illusin.

If thou hast any sound or use

of voice, speak to me.

It is offended.

If there be good to be done

that may to thee do ease,

and grace to me, speak to me.

Speak! Speak!

I charge thee, speak.

'Tis very strange.

As I do live, my lord,

'tis true.

And we did think of it our duty

to let you know of it.

Indeed, indeed,

but this troubles me.

Hold you the watch again tonight?

I do, my lord.

What looked he, frowningly?

A countenance more in sorrow

than in anger.

And fixed his eyes upon you?

Most constantly.

How would I have been there.

I would have much amazed you.

I will watch tonight.

I will speak to it

though hell itself should

gape and bid me hold my peace.

And I pray you all,

if you have hitherto concealed

this sight, let it be

tenable in your silence still.

And what shall hap tonight,

give it understanding but no tongue.

I will require your loves.

So fare you well.

Upon on the platform,

twixt 11 and 12, I'll visit you.

Our duty to your honour.

Your loves as mine to you.

Farewell.

Would the night were come.

Till then, sit still my soul.

Foul deeds will rise,

though all the earth

o'erwhelm them to men's eyes.

Perhaps he loves you now,

and now no soil nor cautel

doth besmirch the virtue

of his will.

But you must fear.

His virtue weighed,

his will is not his own,

for he is subject to his birth.

He may not, as unvalued persons do,

carve for himself,

for on his choice depends

the health and safety of this state.

Therefore must his choice be

circumscribed unto the voice

of that body whereof he is head.

Then if he says he loves you,

it fits your wisdom to believe it

as he in his particular act

and place

may give his saying deed which is

no further than the main voice

of Denmark goes withal.

Then weigh what loss your

honour may sustain if with too...

credent ear

you list his songs,

or lose your heart.

Or your chaste treasure open to

his ummastered importunity.

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