With which she follow'd my poor father's body,

　　Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she--

　　O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,

　　Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle,

　　My father's brother, but no more like my father

　　Than I to Hercules: within a month:

　　Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears

　　Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,

　　She married. O, most wicked speed, to post

　　With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

　　It is not nor it cannot come to good:

　　But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.

　　Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO

　　HORATIO

　　Hail to your lordship!

　　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 mine 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 pray thee, 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.