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It is not nor it cannot come to good;

But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue!

Hor. Hail to your lordship!

Ham. I am glad to see you well.

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?

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.

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

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.

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

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

