That youth and obfervation copied there; Oh villain, villain, fmiling damned villain! [Writing. That one may fmile, and fmile, and be a villain; I've fworn it S C E N E IX. · Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Hor. My Lord, my Lord! Mar. Lord Hamlet! Hor. Heav'n fecure him! Mar. So be it. Hor. Illo, ho, ho, my lord! Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come, bird, a come. Mar. How is't, my noble Lord? Hor. What news, my Lord? Ham. Oh wonderful! Hor. Good my Lord, tell it, Ham. No, you'll reveal it. Hor. Not I, my Lord, by heav'n. Mar. Nor I, my Lord. [it? Ham. How fay you then, would heart of man once think But you'll be fecret? Both. Ay, by heav'n, my Lord. Ham. There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark, But he is an arrant knave. [grave Hor. There needs no ghoft, my Lord, come from the To tell us this. (a) This is the Call which Falconers use to their Hawk in the air, when they would have him come down to them. Ham. Why, right, you are i'th' right; Such as it is) and for my own poor part, Hor. Thefe are but wild and hurling words, my Lord. Ham. I'm forry they offend you, heartily'; Yes, heartily. Hor. There's no offence, my Lord. Ham. Yes, by St. Patrick, but there is, my Lord, And much offence too. Touching this vision here→→ It is an honeft ghoft, that let me tell you: For your defire to know what is between us, Give me one poor request. Hor. What is't, my lord? Ham. Never make known what you have feen to-night. Both. My Lord, we will not. Ham. Nay, but swear't. Hor. In faith, my Lord, not I. Mar. Nor I, my Lord, in faith. Ham. Upon my fword. Mar. We've fworn, my Lord, already. Ghost. Swear. [Ghost cries under the stage. Ham. Ah ha, boy, fay'st thou fo? art thou there, trueCome on, you hear this fellow in the cellaridge. [penny? Confent to fwear. Hor. Propofe the oath, my Lord. Ham. Never to fpeak of this that you have seen, Swear by my fword. Ghost. Swear. Ham. Hic & ubique? then we'll fhift our ground. Come hither, gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my fword. Never Never to speak of this which you have heard, Gboft. Swear. [faft? Ham. Well faid, old mole, can't work i'th' ground fo A worthy pioneer! Once more remove, good friends. Hor. O day and night! but this is wondrous ftrange. Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. There are more things in heav'n and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in 'our philofophy. But come, Here, as before, never, fo help you mercy, That you at fuch time feeing me, never fhall, As, well-we know-or, we could, an if we would. That you know aught of me; this do ye fwear, So grace and mercy at your most need help you! Ghost. Swear. Ham. Reft, reft, perturbed fpirit. So, gentlemen, With all my love I do commend me to you; And what fo poor a man as Hamlet is May do t' exprefs his love and friending to you, God willing, fhall not lack; let us go in: And ftill your fingers on your lips. I pray. The time is out of joint; oh curfed fpight, Nay, come, let's go together. [Exeunt. ACT GI An Apartment in Polonius's House. Enter Polonius, and Reynoldo. POLONIUS. IVE him this mony, and these notes, Reynoldo, [noldo, Pol. You fhall do marvellous wifely, good Rey Before you visit him, to make inquiry Of his behaviour. Rey. My Lord, I did intend it. Pol. Marry, well faid, very well faid. Look you, Sir, Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, Take you as 'twere fome diftant knowledge of him, And in part him-Do you mark this, Reynoldo? Pol. And in part him-but you may fay-not well; But if't be he I mean, he's very wild; Addicted fo and fo-and there put on him What forgeries you pleafe; marry, none so rank, Rey. As gaming, my Lord Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, fwearing, Quar Quarrelling, drabbing.You may go fo far. Pol. 'Faith, no, as you may feafon it in the charge; You must not put an utter fcandal on him, 2 That he is open to incontinency, That's not my meaning; but breathe his faults fo quaintly, The flash and out-break of a fiery mind, Of general affault. Rey. But, my good Lord Pol. Wherefore fhould you do this? And I believe it is a fetch of wit. You laying these flight fullies on my fon, Mark you your party in converse, him you would found; He clofes with you in this confequence 3 Good Sir, or Sir, or friend, or gentleman, Rey. Very good, my Lord. Pol. And then, Sir, does he this; I was about to fay fomething, where did I leave?- Pol. At clofes in the confequence-Ay marry, I saw him yesterday, or t'other day, Or then, with fuch and fuch, and, as you say, I saw him enter fuch a house of fale, 2 another... old edit. Theob. emend. See you now; 3 fo Your |