Hamlet Horatio’s Speech

1st line A mote it is to trouble the mind’s eye
A mote it is to trouble the mind’s eye In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets;
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets; As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune’s empire stands,
Upon whose influence Neptune’s empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse And even the like precurse of [feared] events,
And even the like precurse of [feared] events, As harbingers preceding still the fates
As harbingers preceding still the fates And prologue to the omen coming on,
And prologue to the omen coming on, Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climatures and countrymen.
Unto our climatures and countrymen. But soft, behold! Lo, where it comes again!
But soft, behold! Lo, where it comes again! I’ll cross it though it blast me.–Stay, illusion!
I’ll cross it though it blast me.–Stay, illusion! If thou hast any sound or use of voice, Speak to me.
If thou hast any sound or use of voice, Speak to me. If there be any good thing to be done That may to thee do ease and grace to me, Speak to me.
If there be any good thing to be done That may to thee do ease and grace to me, Speak to me. If thou art privy to thy country’s fate, Which happily foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!
If thou art privy to thy country’s fate, Which happily foreknowing may avoid, O, speak! Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, Speak of it.
Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, Speak of it. Stay and speak!–Stop it, Marcellus.

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