Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneal'd ; No reckoning made, but sent to my account Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me. 800 [Exit. host of heaven! O earth! What And shall I couple hell!-O fie !-Hold, hold, my heart; And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up!-Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, 810 O most O most pernicious woman! O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; 820 Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come. Enter HORATIO, and MARCELLUS. Mar. How is't, my noble lord? Ham. How say 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 Den mark, But But he's an arrant knave. Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave, To tell us this. Ham. Why, right; you are in the right; 850 You, as your business, and desire, shall point you ;— Such as it is, and, for my own poor part, 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, 861 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. Ham. Never make known what you have seen to night. Both. My lord, we will not. Ham. Nay, but swear it. Hor. In faith, my lord, not I. 870 Ham. |