The Tragicall Historie of Hamlet, Prince of Denmarke

Like as he would speake, but euen then

The morning cocke crew lowd, and in all haste,

It shruncke in haste away, and vanished

Our sight.

Ham. Indeed, indeed sirs, but this troubles me.

Hold you the watch to night?

All We do my Lord.

Ham. Armed say ye?

All Armed my good Lord.

Ham. From top to toe?

All. My good Lord, from head to foote.

Ham. Why then saw you not his face?

Hor. O yes my Lord, he wore his beuer vp.

Ham. How look't he, frowningly?

Hor. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

Ham. Pale, or red?

Hor. Nay, verie pal

Ham. And fixt his eies vpon you. [C1v]

Hor. Most constantly.

Ham. I would I had beene there.

Hor. It would a much amazed you.

Ham. Yea very like, very like, staid it long?

Hor. While one with moderate pace