It is not nor it cannot come to good;
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue!
Enter Horatio, Bernardo, and Marcellus.
Hor. Hail to your lordship!
Ham. I am glad to see you well. 160
Horatio, or I do forget myself.
Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you.
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
Marcellus? 165
Mar. My good lord,—
Ham. I am very glad to see you. [To Bernardo.] Good even, sir.
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. 169
Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so,
Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
To make it truster of your own report 172
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.
Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. 176
Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;
I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.
Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd meats 180
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
161 forget myself; cf. n.
169 disposition: temperament, mood
180 bak'd meats: meat pies; cf. n.
182 dearest: direst
