HAMLET. I am glad to see you well: Horatio, or I do forget myself. 

 HORATIO. The same, my lord, And your poor servant ever. 

 HAMLET. Sir, my good friend; I’ll change that name with you: And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?— Marcellus? 

 MARCELLUS. My good lord. 

 HAMLET. I am very glad to see you.—Good even, sir.— But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? 

 HORATIO. A truant disposition, good my lord. 

 HAMLET. I would not hear your enemy say so; Nor shall you do my ear that violence, To make it truster of your own report Against yourself. I know you are no truant. But what is your affair in Elsinore? We’ll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. 

 HORATIO. My lord, I came to see your father’s funeral. 

 HAMLET. I prithee do not mock me, fellow-student. I think it was to see my mother’s wedding. 

 HORATIO. Indeed, my lord, it follow’d hard upon. 

 HAMLET. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak’d meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio. My father,—methinks I see my father. 

 HORATIO. Where, my lord? 

 HAMLET. In my mind’s eye, Horatio. 

 HORATIO. I saw him once; he was a goodly king. 

 HAMLET. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. 

 HORATIO. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. 

 HAMLET. Saw? Who? 

 HORATIO. My lord, the King your father. 

 HAMLET. The King my father! 

 HORATIO. Season your admiration for a while With an attent ear, till I may deliver Upon the witness of these gentlemen This marvel to you. 

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