Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the To tell us this. Ham. [grave, 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, Give me one poor request. Hor. We will. What is't, my lord? Ham. Never make known what you have seen to-night. Hor. Mar. My lord, we will not. Ham. Nay, but swear't. Hor. In faith, My lord, not I. Nor I, my lord, in faith. Mar. 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,- 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 upon my sword: Swear by my sword, Never to speak of this that you have heard. Ham, Well said, old mole! canst work i'the earth 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! That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, 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 That you know aught of me:-This do you swear, Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen, May do, to express his love and friending to you, [Exeunt. SCENE 1. A Room in POLONIUS' House. Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO. Pol. Give him this money, and these notes, Reynaldo. Rey. I will, my lord. Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo, Before you visit him, to make inquiry Of his behaviour. Rey. 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, Pol. And, in part, him;-but, you may say, not well: But, if't be he I mean, he's very wild ; 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 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 out-break of a fiery mind; A savageness in unreclaimed blood, Of general assault. Rey. Pol. Wherefore should you do this? 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. Pol. And then, sir, does he this,-He does-What was I about to say?-By the mass, I was about to say something:-Where did I leave? Rey. At, closes in the consequence. Pol. At, closes in the consequence,-Ay, marry; He closes with you thus:-I know the gentleman; I saw him yesterday, or t'other day, Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as you say, There was he gaming; there o'ertook in his rouse; There falling out at tennis: or, perchance, 1 saw him enter such a house of sale, (Videlicet, a brothel), or so forth.— See you now; Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth: With windlaces, and with assays of bias, Shall you my son: You have me, have you not? Pol. Rey. Good, my lord, God be wi' you; fare you well. Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself. Rey. I shall, my lord. Pol. And let him ply his music. Rey. Well, my lord. [Exit. Enter OPHELIA. Pol. Farewell!-How now, Ophelia? what's the matter? Oph. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted; Pol. With what, in the name of heaven? Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd; No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, he comes before me. Oph. But, truly, I do fear it. 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; |