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Hor. I'm sorry 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 hereIt 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. What is't, my lord ?
[to-night. Ham. Never make known what you have seen Bolh. 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 sword. Mar. We have fworn, my lord, already. Ham. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. Ghost. Swear.
Ghost cries under the stage. Ham. Ah ha, boy, say'st thou so ? art thou there,
true-penny? Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellaridge. Consent to swear.
Hor. Propose the oath, my lord. .
Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen, Swear by my sword.
Han. Hic & ubique ? then we'll shift our ground.
Ghoft. Swear by his sword.
so fast ? A worthy pioneer! Once more remove, good friends. Hor. Oh day and night, but this is wondrous strange.
Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome,
There are more things in heav'n and earth, Horatio,
Ham. Reft, rest, perturbed Spirit. So, Gentlemen, With all
love do I commend me to you;
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An Apartment in Polonius's House.
Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Rey.
Rey. My lord, I did intend it.
keep, What company, at what expence ; and finding, By this encompassment and drift of question, That they do know my son, come you more near ; Then your particular demands will touch it; Take you, as 't were some diftant'knowledge of him, As thus-I know his father and his friends, And, in part, him-Do you mark this, Reynoldo ?
Rey. Ay, very well, my lord.
Pol. And, in part, him—but you may say-not But if't be he. I
wild ; Addicted so and so and there put on
hima What forgeries you please; marry, none fo rank, As may dishonour him ; take heed of that ; But Sir, such wanton, wild, and usual slips, As are companions noted and moft known To youth and liberty.
Rey. As gaming, my lord
Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, Quarrelling, drabbing-You may go so far.
Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him.
Pol. Faith, no, as you may season it in the Charge ? You must not put an utter scandal on him, That he is open lo incontinency, Thai's not my meaning; but breathe his faults fo
quaintly, That they may seem the taints of liberty ; The flash and out-break of a fiery mind,
A savageness in unreclaimed blood
Rey. But, my good lord
Pol. Marry, Sir, here's my drift ;
found, Having ever seen, in the prenominate crimes, The youth, you breathe of, guilty, be assur'd, He closes with you in this consequence ; Good fir, or Gire, or friend, or gentleman, (According to the phrase or the addition Of man and country.)
Rey. Very good, my lord.
Pol. And then, Sir, does he this; He does—what was I about to say ? I was about to say something-where did I leave ?-
Rey. At, closes in the consequence.
Pol. At, clofes in the consequence-Ay marry.
Rey. My lord, I have.
Rey. Good my lord-
Enter Ophelia. Pol. ARE WEL. How now, Ophelin, what's the
Oph. My lord, as I was fewing in my closet,
Pol. Mad for thy love ?
Oph. My lord, I do not know : But, truly, I do fear it.
Pol. What said he ?
Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard; Then goes
he to the length of all his arm;