Hor. 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 hereIt 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? [to-night. Ham. Never make known what you have feen 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 have fworn, my lord, already. Ghost. Swear. [Ghoft cries under the stage. Ham. Ah ha, boy, fay't thou fo? art thou there, true-penny? Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellaridge. Hor. Propofe the oath, my lord. Ham. Never to fpeak of this that you have feen, 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. Ghost. Swear by his fword. Ham. Well faid, old mole, can't work i' th' ground fo faft? A worthy pioneer! Once more remove, good friends. Hor. Oh day and night, but this is wondrous frange. Ham. Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome, That you, at fuch time seeing me. never shall, Or, if we lift to speak- -or, there be, and if there might (Or fuch ambiguous givings out) denote That you know aught of me; This do ye fwear, Ghost. Swear. Ham. Reft, reft, perturbed Spirit. So, Gentlemen, With all my love do I commend me to you; And what fo poor a man as Hamlet is May do t' exprefs his love and friending to you, Nay, come, let's go together. [Exeunt. SCENE I. An Apartment in Polonius's Houfe. Enter Polonius and Reynoldo. POLONIU S. IVE him this money, and thefe notes, Reynoldo. G Rey. I will, my lord. Pol. Pol. You fhall do marvellous wifely, good Rey noldo, Before you vifit him, to make enquiry Of his behaviour, Rey. My lord, I did intend it. Pol. Marry, well faid; very well faid. Look you, Enquire me firft what Danskers are in Paris; And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, What company, at what expence; and finding, 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 fo rank, As may dishonour him; take heed of that ; But Sir, fuch wanton, wild, and usual flips, As are companions noted and moft known To youth and liberty. Rey. As gaming, my lord Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, fwearing, Quarrelling, drabbing You may go fo far. Rey. My lord, that would difhonour him. Pol. Faith, no, as you may feafon it in the Charge? You must not put an utter fcandal on him, That he is open to incontinency, That's not my meaning; but breathe his faults fo quaintly, That they may feem the taints of liberty; A A favageness in unreclaimed blood Rey. But, my good lord Pol. Wherefore should you do this? You, laying these flight fullies on my son, Having ever seen, in the prenominate crimes, Rey. Very good, my lord. Pol. And then, Sir, does he this; He does-what was I about to say? I was about to fay fomething-where did I leave?Rey. At, clofes in the confequence. Pol. At, clofes in the confequence-Ay marry. He clofes thus ;-I know the gentleman. I saw him yesterday, or t' other day, Or then, with fuch and fuch; and, as you say, Videlicet, a Brothel, or fo forfooth.-See you now; By indirections find directions out; So by my former lecture and advice fon; you Shall you my have me, have you not? Pol. God b' w' you; fare you well. Rey. Pol. Rey. Good my lord Pol. Obferve his inclination e'en yourself. Pol. And let him ply his mufic. SCENE II. Enter Ophelia. [Exit. AREWEL. How now, Ophelia, what's the FAREWE Oph. Alas, my lord, I have been so affrighted! Pol. With what, in the name of heav'n? Oph. My lord, as I was fewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, with his Doublet all unbrac'd, No hat upon his head, his stockings loose, Ungarter'd, and down-gyred to his ancle; Pale as his fhirt, his knees knocking each other, And with a look fo piteous in purport, As if he had been loofed out of hell, To speak of horrors; thus he comes before me. Oph. My lord, I do not know: But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. What faid he? Oph. He took me by the wrift, and held me hard; As he would draw it. Long time ftaid he fo; And thrice his head thus waving up and down For |