HAMLET: But why are you so far from Wittenburg, Horatio? Marcellus!
MARCELLUS: Hello, sir.
HAMLET: Good morning.
But why aren’t you at Wittenburg?
HORATIO: We came for your father’s funeral.
HAMLET: Do not mock me, friend. I think it was to see my mother’s wedding.
HORATIO: Indeed, sir, it followed closely after.
HAMLET: It was in the name of thrift, Horatio!
The meats from the funeral were served cold at the wedding feast.
I’d have rather faced my worst enemy in heaven, Horatio, than have lived through that terrible day.
My father—I think I see my father.
HORATIO: Where, sir?
HAMLET: In my mind’s eye, Horatio.
HORATIO: I saw him once. He was an admirable king.