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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
To tell us this.
Ham. Why, right; you are in the 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 ;For every man hath business, and desire, Such as it is,-and, for my own poor part, Look you, I will 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 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 ? We will. Hum. Never make known what you have seen to
night. Hor, Mar. My lord, we will not,
Nay, but swear't.
In faith, My lord, not I.
Mar. Nor I, my lord, in faith.
We have sworn, my lord, already.
Propose the oath, my lord. Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen, Swear by my sword.
Ghost. [Bencath.] Swear.
Ham. Hic f- ubique ? then we'll shift our ground:
Ghost, [Beneath] Swear by his sword.
so fast? A worthy pioneer!-Once more remove, good friends.
Hor. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come;
Here, as before, never, so help you mercy!
you know aught of me:-This do you swear, So grace and mercy at your most need help you!
Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear.
Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!-So, gentlemen, With all
love I do commend me to you: And what so poor a man as Hamlet is May do, to 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;-0 cursed spite ! That ever I was born to set it right! Nay, come, let's go together.
ACT II. SCENE I.
A Room in Polonius's House.
Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO. Pol. Give him this money, and these notes, Rey.
naldo. Rey. I will, my lord. Pol. You shall do maryellous wisely, good Rey
My lord, I did intend it.
sir, Inquire me first what Danskers 32 are in Paris; And how, and who, what means, and where they
I know his father, and his friends,
Rey. Ay, very well, my lord.
Addicted so and so;- and there put on him
may dishonour him; take heed of that;
As gaming, my lord.
ing, Drabbing :-You may go so far.
Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him.
Pol. 'Faith, no; as you may season it in the charge.
But, my good lord,
Ay, my lord,
Marry, sir, here's my drift;
Your party in converse, bim you would sound,