“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 Barnardo. 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.