Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO
Hail to your lordship!
I am glad to see you well:
Horatio,—or I do forget myself.
The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
Sir, my good friend; I’ll change that name with you:
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus?
My good lord—
I am very glad to see you. Good even, sir.
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
A truant disposition, good my lord.
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.
My lord, I came to see your father’s funeral.
I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;
I think it was to see my mother’s wedding.