Holds such an enmity with blood of man, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand, Of life, of crown, of Queen, at once dispatch'd: No reckoning made, but sent to my account And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire: Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me. Exit. Ham. O, all you host of Heaven! O Earth! What else? O fie! - Hold, hold, my And shall I couple Hell?-O fie! heart; And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables, — meet it is, I set it down, [Writing. That one may smile, and smile, and be lain; a vil At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark : It is, "Adieu, adieu! remember me." I have sworn 't. Hor. [Within.] My lord! my lord! Mar. [Within.] Lord Hamlet! Hor. [Within.] Mar. [Within.] So be it! Heaven secure him! Hor. [Within.] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord! Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS. Mar. How is't, my noble lord? Hor. Not I, my lord, by Heaven. Mar. Nor I, my 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 grave To tell us this. Ham. Why, right; you are i' th' 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, Such as it is; and, for mine own poor part, Look you, I'll 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, Horatio, 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 't 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? we will. Ham. Never make known what you have seen to Mar. Nor I, my lord, in faith. Ham. Upon my sword. Mar. We have sworn, my lord, already. Ham. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. Ham. Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there, true-penny? Come on, — you hear this fellow in the cellarage, 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 et ubique? ground. ubique? then, we'll shift our Come hither, gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my sword: Never to speak of this that you have heard, Swear by my sword. Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. Ham. Well said, old mole! can'st work i̇' th' ground so fast? A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends. Hor. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Ham. And therefore as a stranger, give it wel come. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, To put an antic disposition on, That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, As, 'Well, well, we know ;'—or, 'We could, an if we would; Or, 'If we list to speak;'-or, 'There be, an if they might; Or such ambiguous giving out, to note this not to do, So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. [They kiss the hilt of HAMLET's sword. Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen, With all my love I do commend me to you: And what so poor a man as Hamlet is May do, t'express his love and friending to you, God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together; And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. The time is out of joint; O cursed spite! That ever I was born to set it right. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. —A Room in POLONIUS'S House. Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO. POLONIUS. IVE him this money, and these notes, Reynaldo. G Reynaldo. I will, my lord. Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Rey naldo, |