A ferpent ftung me, fo the whole eare of Denmarke. Ranckely abused but know thou noble youth, Now weares his crowne. Ham. O my prophetike foule ! my vncle: That it went hand in hand, euen with the vow I made to her in marriage, and to decline Vpon a wretch whofe naturall gifts were poore, To thofe of mine; but vertue as it neuer will be mooued, So but though to a radiant angle linckt. Will fort it felfe in a celestiall bed And pray on garbage. But foft, me thinkes I fcent the morning ayre, VOL. IV. And And a most instant tetter barkt about Moft lazerlike with vile and lothsome crust All my smooth body. Thus was I fleeping by a brothers hand, Of life, of crowne, of queene at once difpatcht, No reckning made, but fent to my account And gins to pale his vneffectuall fire, Adiew, adiew, adiew, remember me. Ham. O all you hoft of heauen! O earth! what elfe, I thou poore ghost whiles memory holds a feate Ile wipe away all triuiall fond records, All fawe of bookes, all formes, all preffures paft lazar-like. + pursueft. ‡ bold, hold. § farves. Vamixt with baser matter, yes by heauen. O villaine, villaine, fmiling damned villaine, That one may fmile, and fmile, and be a villaine. I haue fworn't. Enter Horatio, and Marcellus, Hora. My lord, my lord. Mar. Lord Hamlet. Hora. Heauens fecure him. Ham. So be it. Mar. Illo, ho, ho, my lord. Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy come, and come. Mar. How i'ft my noble lord? * Hora +. O, wonderfull ! Hor. Good my lord tell it. Ham. No, you will reueale it. Hora. Not I my lord by heauen. Mar. Nor I my lord. Ham. How fay you then, would hart of man once thinke it. But you'le be fecret. Both. I by heauen. Ham. There's neuer a villaine, Dwelling in all Denmarke But hee's an arrant knaue. Hora. There needs no ghoft my lord, come from the graue To tell vs this. Ham. Why right, you are in the right, • Hora. What newes my lord ? This line is added from the first edition. ↑ Ham. O 2 And And fo without more circumftance at all, I hold it fit that we fhake hands and part, You, as your businesse and defire shall point you, For euery man hath businesse and defire Such as it is, and for my owne poore part. I will goe pray. Hora. These are but wilde and whurling words my lord. Ham. I am forry they offend you heartily, Yes faith heartily. Hora. There's no offence my lord. Ham. Yes by faint Patrick but there is Horatio, Giue me one poore request. Hora. What i'ft my lord, we will. Ham. Neuer make knowne what you haue feene to night. Both. My lord we will not. Ham. Nay but fwear't. Hora. In faith my lord not I. Mar. Nor I my lord in faith. Ham. Vppon my fword. Mar. Wee haue fworne my lord already. Ham. Indeed vppon my fword, indeed. Ghoft. Sweare. Ghoft cryes under the stage. Ham. Ha, ha, boy, fay'ft thou fo, art thou there true penny? Come on, you heare this fellow in the fellerige, Confent to fweare. Hora. Propose the oath my lord. Ham. Neuer to fpeake of this that you haue feene, Sweare by the fword. Ghoft. Ghost. Sweare. Ham. Hic, & vbique, then wéele fhift our ground: Come hether gentlemen And lay your hands againe vpon my fword, Sweare by my fword Neuer to fpeake of this that you haue heard. Ghoft. Sweare by his fword. Ham. Well faid old mole, canft worke it'h earth fo faft, A worthy pioner once more remooue good friends. Hora. O day and night, but this is wondrous ftrange. (How ftrange or odde fo mere † I beare my selfe, That you at fuch times feeing mee, neuer shall As, well, well wee know, or wee could and if wee would, That you knowe ought of mee, this do fweare, Ham. Reft, reft perturbed spirit: fo gentlemen, May doe t'expreffe his loue and frending to you The time is out of ioynt. O curfed spight! canft thou. tere. ‡ bead thus fhak'd That 03 |