Ham. There's ne'er a villain, dwelling in all Denmark, 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; For every man hath business, and desire, Hor. These are but wild and whirling words, 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, O'er-master it as you may. And now, good friends, As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, 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. Mar. Nor I, my lord, in faith. Ham. Upon my sword. Mar. We have sworn, my lord, already. Ham. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. Ham. Ha, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there, true-penny? Come on,-you hear this fellow in the cellarage,Consent to swear. 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: Never to speak of this that you have heard. Ham. Well said, old mole! canst work i'the 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 wel come. 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, Or such ambiguous giving out, to note That you know aught of me :-This do you swear, So grace and mercy at your most need help you! (1) Here and every where. Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen, May do, to express his love and friending to you, [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE 1-A room in Polonius's house. Enter Polonius and Reynaldo. Pol. Give him this money, naldo. Rey. I will, my lord. and these notes, Rey Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo, Before you visit him, to make inquiry Of his behaviour. Rey. My lord, I did intend it. Pol. Marry, well said: very well said. Look you, sir, Inquire me first what Danskers' are in Paris; What company, at what expense; and finding, Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him; As thus, I know his father, and his friends, (1) Danes. And, in part, him;-Do you mark this, Reynaldo? Rey. Ay, very well, my lord. 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, quar relling, Drabbing -You may go so far. Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him. You must not put another scandal on him, That's not my meaning: but breathe his faults so quaintly, That they may seem the taints of liberty: Of general assault. Pol. Wherefore should Rey. Rey. I would know that. Pol. But, my good lord, you do this? Ay, my lord, Marry, sir, here's my drift; Your party in converse, him you would sound, (1) Wildness. He closes with you in this consequence; Of man, Rey. was Very good, my lord. Pol. And then, sir, does he this,-He doesWhat was I about to say?-By the mass, I 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 ; See you now; Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth: So, by former lecture and advice, Shall you my son: You have me, have you not? Pol. God be wi' you; fare you well. Rey. Good my lord,— 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! (1) That is to say. |