And prey on garbage. But, soft! methinks, I scent the morning air; Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole, And a most instant tetter bark'd about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, All my smooth body. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand, 6 Henbane. 7 Scab, scurf. 8 Leprous. 9 Bereft. I Without having received the Sacrament. 2 Unappointed, unprepared. 3 Without extreme unction. Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven, [Exit. Ham. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple hell?-O fye!-Hold, hold, my heart; And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up!-Remember thee? I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; So, uncle, there you are. [Writing. Now to my word; It is, Adieu, adieu! remember me. I have sworn't. Hor. [Within.] My lord, my lord, 4 Head. 5 Sayings, sentences. 6 Memorandum Book. Mar. [Within.] Lord Hamlet, Hor. [Within.] Ham. Heaven secure him! So be it! Mar. [Within.] Illo, ho, ho, my lord! Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come. Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS. Mar. How is't, my noble lord? Ham. How say you then; would heart of man once think it?— But you'll be secret, Hor. Mar. Ay, by heaven, my lord. Ham. There's ne'er a villain, dwelling in all Den mark, But he's an arrant knave. Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the To tell us this. Ham. grave, Why, right; you are in the right; And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit, that we shake hands, and part: You, as your business, and desire, shall point you ; For every man hath business, and desire, Such as it is, and, for my own poor part, Look you, I will go pray. Hor. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord. Ham. I am sorry they offend you, heartily; yes, 'Faith, heartily. Hor. There's no offence, my lord. Ham. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Hora tio, And much offence too. Touching this vision here,— It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you; For your desire to know what is between us, O'er-master it as you may. And now, good friends, As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, Give me one poor request. Hor. We will. What is't, my lord? Ham. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. Ham. Ha, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there, true-penny? Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellarage, Consent to swear. Hor. Propose the oath, my lord. Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen, Swear by my sword. Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. Ham. Hic & ubique ?7 then we'll shift our ground: Come hither, gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my sword: Swear by my sword, Never to speak of this that you have heard. Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear by his sword. Ham. Well said, old mole! can'st work i'the earth so fast? A worthy pioneer !-Once more remove, good friends. Hor. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome, There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come; Here, as before, never, so help you mercy! That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, Or such ambiguous giving out, to note That you know aught of me :-This do you swear, So grace and mercy at your most need help you! Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen, 7 Here and every where. |