Hor. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord. Ham. I'm sorry they offend you, heartily; Yes, faith, heartily. Hor. There's no offence, my lord. Ham. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, For your desire to know what is between us, Give me one poor request. Hor. What is't, my lord? we will. Ham. Never make known what you have seen to-night. Hor. and Mar. My lord, we will not. Ham. Hor. My lord, not I. Mar. Nay, but swear't. In faith, 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. 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. Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen, Swear by my sword. Ghost. [beneath.] Swear. Ham. Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground. — 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! canst work i' the earth so fast? A worthy pioneer!-Once more remove, good friends. But come; Here, as before, never, so help you mercy, How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself, As I, perchance, hereafter shall think meet 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 ;-- That you know aught of me :--this not to do, So grace and mercy at your most need help you,-- Ghost. [beneath.] Swear. Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!-So, gentlemen, May do, to express his love and friending to you, The time is out of joint:-O cursed spite, [Exeunt. АСТ II. SCENE I.-A Room in POLONIUS'S House. Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO. Pol. Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo. Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo, Of his behaviour. Rey. My lord, I did intend it. Pol. Marry, well said; very well said. Look you, sir, Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, What company, at what expense; and finding, By this encompassment and drift of question, That they do know my son, come you more nearer Rey. Ay, very well, my lord. Pol. And in part him;-but, you may say, not well: Addicted so and so; and there put on him Rey. As gaming, my lord. Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him. Pol. Faith, no; as you may season it in the charge. You must not put another scandal on him, That he is open to incontinency; That's not my meaning: but breathe his faults so quaintly That they may seem the taints of liberty; The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind; A savageness in unreclaimed blood, Of general assault. Rey. Pol. Wherefore should you do this? Rey. I would know that. Pol. But, my good lord, Ay, my lord, Marry, sir, here's my drift; And I believe it is a fetch of warrant: Your party in converse, him you would sound, Rey. Very good, my lord. At friend or so, and gentleman. Pol. At-closes in the consequence,-ay, marry; Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as you say, I saw him enter such a house of sale,— See you now; Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth: With windlaces, and with assays of bias, By indirections find directions out: So, by my former lecture and advice, You have me, have you not? Rey. My lord, I have. Pol. Rey. Good my lord! God b' wi' you; fare you well. Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself. Rey. I shall, my lord. Pol. And let him ply his music. Rey. Pol. Farewell! Well, my lord. [Exit REYNALDO. Enter OPHELIA. How now, Ophelia! what's the matter? Oph. Alas, my lord, I have been so affrighted! Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my chamber, As if he had been loosed out of hell To speak of horrors, he comes before me. Oph. But truly I do fear it. Pol. My lord, I do not know; What said he? Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard; Then goes he to the length of all his arm; And with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so; At last, a little shaking of mine arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down,- And end his being: that done, he lets me go: Pol. Come, go with me: I will go seek the king. Whose violent property fordoes itself, And leads the will to desperate undertakings, That does afflict our natures. I am sorry, What, have you given him any hard words of late? His access to me. Pol. That hath made him mad. I am sorry that with better heed and judgment I had not quoted him: I fear'd he did but trifle, And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jealousy! It seems it is as proper to our age To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions As it is common for the younger sort To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king: This must be known; which, being kept close, might move More grief to hide than hate to utter love. SCENE II.-A Room in the Castle. [Exeunt. Enter KING, QUEEN, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and Attendants. King. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern! Moreover that we much did long to see you, The need we have to use you did provoke Our hasty sending. Something have you heard Of Hamlet's transformation; so I call it, Since nor the exterior nor the inward man I cannot dream of: I entreat you both, That being of so young days brought up with him, |