1 Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
2 Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
3 To visit you, my lord, no other occasion.
4 Faith no, as you may season it in the charge.
5 A foolish figure, But farewell it, for I will use no art.
6 There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this.
7 Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
8 I doubt it is no other but the main, His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage.
9 And then I precepts gave her, That she should lock herself from his resort, Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
10 If he love her not, And be not from his reason fall'n thereon, Let me be no assistant for a state, But keep a farm and carters.
11 I think it be no other but e'en so: Well may it sort that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch so like the King That was and is the question of these wars.
12 I pray you all, If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; And whatsoever else shall hap tonight, Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
13 Then if he says he loves you, It fits your wisdom so far 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.
14 We pray you throw to earth This unprevailing woe, and think of us As of a father; for let the world take note You are the most immediate to our throne, And with no less nobility of love Than that which dearest father bears his son Do I impart toward you.
15 But let me conjure you, by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a better proposer could charge you withal, be even and direct with me, whether you were sent for or no.
16 Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long; And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm; So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.'
17 Now, sir, young Fortinbras, Of unimproved mettle, hot and full, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes, For food and diet, to some enterprise That hath a stomach in't; which is no other, As it doth well appear unto our state, But to recover of us by strong hand And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands So by his father lost.
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