[Enter Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo.]
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.
HAMLET.
Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you:
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? —
Marcellus?
MARCELLUS.
My good lord, —
HAMLET.
I am very glad to see you. — Good even, sir. —
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
HORATIO.
A truant disposition, good my lord.
HAMLET.
I would not hear your enemy say so;
Nor shall you do my 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.
HORATIO.
My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
HAMLET.
I prithee do not mock me, fellow-student.
I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
