[Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Mar. How is 't, my noble lord? Horatio. What news, my lord ? Hamlet. O, wonderful! Horatio. Good my lord, tell it. Hamlet. No; you'll reveal it. Horatio. Not I, my lord, by heaven. Mar. Nor I, my lord. Hamlet. How say you, then; would heart of man once think it ?— There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he 's an arrant knave. Horatio. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave Hamlet. Why, right; you are i' the right: And so, without more circumstance at all, You, as your business and desire shall point you,- Look you, I I'll go pray. Horatio. [Retiring [Crosses to L These are but wild and whirling words, my lord. Hamlet. I'm sorry they offend you, heartily; Yes, faith, heartily. Horatio. There's no offence, my lord. Hamlet. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, my lord, And much offence too. Touching this vision here, [Marcellus advances quickly R. It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you: For your desire to know what is between us, Give me one poor request. Horatio. What is 't, my lord ? we will. Hamlet. Never make known what you have seen to-night. Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there, true-penny ? Hic et ubique? then we 'll shift our ground.- And lay your hands again upon my sword: Swear. Ghost. Horatio. O, day and night, but this is wondrous strange! [Beneath. Hamlet. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, 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; " Dr, "If we list to speak; "—or, "There be, an if they might;" Dr such ambiguous giving out, to note That you know aught of me :-this not to do, Ghost. [Beneath. Swear. Hamlet. 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, CURTAIN. [Picture. Act Second. Scene First. —A ROOM IN THE PALACE. [Enter Ophelia and Polonius, meeting. Pol. How now, Ophelia ! what's the matter? Oph. Alas! my lord, I have been so affrighted! Pol. With what, i' the name of heaven? Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my chamber, What said he? Pol. Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard; As he would draw it. Long stayed he so ; And thrice his head thus waving up and down,- |