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Ghost. I am thy father's spirit;

Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night;
And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,
Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,

I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word

Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ;

Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine:
But this eternal blazon 9 must not be
To ears of flesh and blood:

List, list, O list!

If thou didst ever thy dear father love,

Ham. O heaven!

Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.

Ham. Murder?

Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

Ham. Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift

As meditation, or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
Ghost.

I find thee apt;

And duller should'st thou be than the fat weed
That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,

Would'st thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear :
'Tis given out, that sleeping in mine orchard,
A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death

Rankly abus'd: but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father's life,
Now wears his crown.

Ham. O, my prophetick soul! my uncle

• Display.

Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts, (O wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!) won to his shameful lust The will of my most seeming virtuous queen: O, Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! From me, whose love was of that dignity, That it went hand in hand even with the vow I made to her in marriage; and to decline Upon a wretch, whose natural gifts were poor To those of mine!

But, soft! methinks, I scent the morning air;
Brief let me be: :- Sleeping within mine orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon,

Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
With juice of cursed hebenon' in a vial,
And in the porches of mine ears did pour
The leperous distilment: whose effect
Holds such an enmity with blood of man,
That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through
The natural gates and alleys of the body;
And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset
And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
Most lazar 3-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
All my smooth body..

Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand,

Of life, of crown, of queen, at once despatch'd * :
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd';
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head:
O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;

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Scab, scurf. Leprous.

• Bereft.

5 Without having received the Sacrament. Unappointed, unprepared. Without extreme unction.

Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
A couch for luxury and horrid incest..
But, howsoever thou pursu'st this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:

Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.

[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?
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee?
Yea, from the table of my memory

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I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,

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All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
O most pernicious woman!

O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables, meet it is, I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark:
[Writing.,
So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
It is, Adieu, adieu ! remember me.

I have sworn 't.

Hor. [Within.] My lord, my lord,
Mar. [Within.] Lord Hamlet,

Hor. [Within.]

Heaven secure him

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9 Sayings, sentences. I Memorandum book.

So be it!

Ham.

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?

Hor.

What news, my lord?

Ham. O wonderful!

Hor.

Good my lord, tell it.

Ham.

No:

You will reveal it.

Nor I, my lord.

Hor. Not I, my lord, by heaven.

Mar.

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 Denmark,

But he 's an arrant knave.

Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave,

To tell us this.

Ham.

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?

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Ham. Upon my sword.

Mar.

We have sworn, my lord, already

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.

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Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen, Swear by my sword.

Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear.

Ham. Hic & ubique? 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 this sword.

Ham. Well said, old mole! can'st work i' the earth so fast?

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