Ham. O, all you host of heaven! O earth! What elfe?

And shall I couple hell?-O fie !-hold, hold, my heart;

And you, my finews, grow not inftant old,
But bear me ftifly up!-Remember thee ?
Ay, thou poor ghoft, while memory holds a feat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee?
Yea, from the table of my memory

I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All faws of books, all forms, all preffures paft,
That youth and obfervation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
O moft pernicious woman!

O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain !
My tables, meet it is, I fet it down,

That one may fmile, and fmile, and be a villain;
At least, I am fure, it may be fo in Denmark :

So, uncle, there you are.

[Writing.

Now to my word;

It is, Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.

Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.

Enter HORATIO, and MARCELLUS.

Mar. How is't, my noble lord?

Hor. What news, my lord?

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Ham.

Ham. O, wonderful!

Hor. Good, my lord, tell it.
Ham. No; you will reveal it.

Hor. Not I, my lord, by heaven.
Mar. Nor I, my lord.

Ham. How fay you then; would heart of man once think it ?.

But you'll be secret

Both. Ay, by heaven, my lord.

Ham. There's ne'er a villain,dwelling in all DenBut he's an arrant knave.

[mark,
Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from
To tell us this...
[the grave,
Ham. Why, right; you are in the right;
And fo, without more circumstance at all,
I hold it fit, that we shake hands, and part:
You, as your business, and defire,fhall point you ;-
For every man hath business, and defire,

Such as it is, and, for my own poor part,
Look you, I will go pray.

Hor. Thefe are but wild and whirling words, my Ham. I am forry they offend you, heartily; [lord. Yes, 'faith, heartily.

Hor. There's no offence, my lord.

Ham. Yes,by faint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, And much offence too. Touching this vifion here,-It is an honeft ghoft, that let me tell you: For your defire to know what is between us, O'er-mafter it as you may. And now, good friends, As you are friends, fcholars, and foldiers,

Give me one poor request.

Hor. What is't, my lord? we will.

Ham. Never make known what you have feentoBoth. My lord, we will not.

[night.

Ham.

Ham. Nay, but fwear it.
Hor. In faith, my lord, not I.
Mar. Nor I, my lord, in faith.
Ham. Upon my fword.

Mar. We have sworn, my lord, already.
Ham. Indeed, upon my fword, indeed.
Ghoft. [beneath.] Swear.

Ham. Ha, ha, boy! say'st thou fo? art thou there, true-penny ?

Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellaridge,Confent to fwear.

Hor. Propose the oath, my lord.

Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen, Swear by my fword.

Ghoft. [beneath.] Swear.

Ham.Hic ubique? then we'll fhift our ground:Come hither, gentlemen,

And lay your hands again upon my sword:
Swear by my fword,

Never to speak of this that you have heard.
Ghoft. [beneath.] Swear by his fword.

Ham. Well faid, old mole; can't work i'the earth fo fast?

A worthy pioneer-Once more remove, good

friends.

Hor. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Ham. And therefore as a ftranger give it welcome. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philofophy.

But come ;

Here, as before, never, fo help you mercy!
How ftrange or odd foe'er I bear myself,-
As I, perchance, hereafter fhall think meet
To put an antick difpofition on,-

That

That you, at fuch times feeing me, never shall
(With arms encumber'd thus; or this head-shake;
Or by pronouncing of fome doubtful phrafe,
As,Well, well, we know;-or,We could,an if we would
Or,If we lift to fpeak;-or, There be,an if they might ;--
Or fuch ambiguous giving out), denote
That you know aught of me: This do
ye fwear,
So grace and mercy at your most need help you!

Swear.

Ghoft. [beneath.] Swear.

Ham.Reft,reft, perturbed spirit !-So, gentlemen
With all my love I do commend me to you:
And what fo poor a man as Hamlet is

May do, to express his love and befriending to you
God willing, fhall not lack. Let us go in together:
And fill your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint ;-O curfed fpight!
That ever I was born to fet it right!-
Nay, come, let's go together.

[Exeun

ACT II.

SCENE I. An Apartment in POLONIUS' Houfe. Enter POLONIUS, and REYNALDO.

Polonius.

GIVE him this money, and thefe notes, Reynaldo. Rey. I will, my lord.

Pol. You fhall do marvellous wifely, good Rey Before you visit him, to make enquiry [naldo Of his behaviour.

Rey

Rey. My lord, I did intend it.

Pol. Marry, well faid; very well faid. Look you, Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; [fir, And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,

What company, at what expence; and finding,
By this encompaffment, and drift of question,
That they do know my fon, come you more nearer;
Then your particular demands will touch it ;
Take you, as 'twere, fome diftant knowledge of him;
As thus,-I know his father, and his friends,
And, in part, him ;-Do you mark this, Reynaldo?
Rey. Ay, very well, my lord.

Pol. And, in part, him ;-but, you may fay,-not
But if't be be I mean, he's very wild; [well:
Addicted fo and fo;-and there put on him
What forgeries you pleafe; marry, none fo rank
As
may dishonour him; take heed of that ;
But, fir, such wanton, wild, and ufual flips,
As are companions noted and most known
To youth and liberty.

Rey. As gaming, my lord.

Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing; fwearing, Quarrelling, drabbing:-You may go fo far. Rey. My lord, that would difhonour him. Pol. 'Faith, no; as you may feafon 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 fo That they may feem the taints of liberty; [quaintly, The flash and out-break of a fiery mind;

A favagenefs in unreclaimed blood,

Of general affault.

Rey. But, my good lord,

Pol.