Ay, thou poor Ghoft, while Memory holds a feat
In this diftracted 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 preflures paft,
That youth and obfervation copied there;
And thy Commandment all alone fhall live
Within the Book and Volume of my Brain,
Unmixt with bafer Matter. Yes, yes, by Heav'n:
Oh moft pernicious Woman!

Oh Villain, Villain, fmiling damned Villain!
My Tables, my Tables meet it is I fet it down,
That one may fmile, and fmile, and be a Villain ;
At least I'm sure it may be fo in Denmark.
So Uncle, there you are; now to my word;
It is; adieu, adieu, remember me: I have fworn't.
Hor. & Mar. within. My Lord, my Lord.
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.

Mar. Lord Hamlet.

Hor. Heav'n fecure him.

Mar. So be it.

Hor, Illo, ho, ho, my Lord.

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

Mar. How is't, my Noble Lord ?

Hor. What News, my Lord ?

Ham. Oh wonderful!

Hor. Good my Lord, tell it.

Ham. No, you'll reveal it.

[Writing

Hor. Not I, my Lord, by Heav'n.

Mar. Nor I, my Lord.

Ham. How fay you then, would Heart of Man once.

But you'll be fecret?

Both. Ay, by Heav'n, my Lord.

[think it?

[Grave

Ham. There's ne'er a Villain dwelling in all Denmark,

But he's an arrant Knave.

Hor. There needs no Ghoft, my Lord, come from the To tell us this.

Ham. Why, right, you are in the right;

And fo without more Circumftance at all,
I hold it fit that we shake Hands, and part;

You as your Bufinefs and Defires fhall point you,
For every Man has Bufinefs and Defire,

Such

Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,

Look you, I'll go pray.

Hor. These are but wild and hurling Words, my Lord, Ham. I'm forry they offended you, heartily;

Yes Faith, heartily.

Hor. There's no Offence, my Lord.

Ham. Yes, by St. Patrick, but there is my Lord,
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't 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 fwear't.

Her. In faith, my Lord, not I.

Mar. Nor I, my Lord, in faith,

Ham. Upon my Sword.

Mar. We have fworn, my Lord, already.
Ham. Indeed, upon my Sword, indeed.

Ghost. Swear.

[Ghoft cries under the Stage.

Ham. Ah, ha Boy, fay'ft thou fo? Art thou there truepenny? Come on, you hear this Fellow in the Celleridge, Confent to fwear.

Hor. Propofe my Oath, my Lord.

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

Ghost. Swear.

Ham. Hic & ubique? Then we'll shift for ground,

Come hither Gentlemen.

And lay your Hands again upon my Sword.
Never to fpeak of this that you have heard,
Swear by my Sword.

Ghost. Swear.

(fast?

Ham. Well faid, old Mole, can't work i'th Ground fo A worthy Pioneer, once more remove, good Friend.

Hor. Oh Day and Night! but this is wondrous ftrange. Ham. And therefore as a Stranger bid it welcome. There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio,

Than

Than are dreamt of in our Philofophy. But come,
Here as before, never fo help you Mercy,
How ftrange or odd fo e'er I bear my felf,
As I perchance hereafter fhall think meet
To put an Antick difpofition on,

That you at fuch time feeing me, never shall
With Arms encumbred thus, or thus, head fhake;

Or by pronouncing of fome doubtful Phrase ;

As well we know or, we could, and if we would ----
Or, if we lift to fpeak--- or, there be and if there might
Or fuch ambiguous giving out to note,

That you know ought of me; this not to do,

So Grace and Mercy at your moft need help you,
Swear.

Ghoft. Swear.

Ham. Reft, reft, perturbed Spirit; fo, Gentlemen,
With all my Love I do commend me to you;
And what fo poor a Man as Hamlet is,

May do t'exprefs his Love and Friending to you,
God willing fhall not lack; let us go in together,
And ftill your Fingers on your Lips I pray.
The time is out of Joint; Oh curfed Spight,
That ever I was born to fet it right.

Nay, come, let's

go together.

[Exeunt.

ACT II. SCENE I. SCENE An Apartment in Polonius's House. Enter Polonius, and Reynoldo.

Pol.

G'

Ive him his Mony, and thofe Notes, Reynoldo.
Rey. I will, my Lord.

Pol. You fhall do marvellous wifely, good Reynoldo.
Before you visit him, make you Inquiry.

Of his Behaviour.

Rey. My Lord, I did intend it.

Pol. Marry, well faid;

Very well faid. Look you, Sir,

Enquire me firft what Danskers are in Paris;

And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,

What

What Company, what Expence, and finding
By this encompassment and drift of Question,
That they do know my Son; come you more near,
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, Reynoldo?
Rey. Ay, very well, my Lord.

Pol. And in part him

but you may fay But if't be he I mean, he's very wild; Addicted fo and fo

--- not well;

and there put on him
What Forgeries you please; marry, none fo rank,
As may dishonour him; take heed of that;
But, Sir, fuch wanton, wild, and usual flips,
As are Companions noted and most known
To Youth and Liberty.

Rey. As Gaming, my Lord

Pol. Ay, or Drinking, Fencing, Swearing, Quarrelling, Drabbing

You may go fo far.

Rey. My Lord, that would dishonour him.

Pol. Faith no, as you may feafon it in the Charge; You must not put another fcandal on him,

That he is open to Incontinency,

That's not my meaning; but breath his Faults fo quaintly,

That they may feem the Taints of Liberty;

The Flash and out-break of a fiery Mind,

A favagenefs in unreclaimed Blood

Of general Affault.

Rey. But, my good Lord.

Pol. Wherefore fhould you do this? Rey. Ay, my Lord, I would know that. Pol. Marry, Sir, here's my drift, And I believe it is a fetch of Warrant. You laying these flight fullies on my Son, As 'twere a thing a little foil'd i'th' working, Mark you your party in converfe; him you would found, Having ever feen, in the prenominate Crimes, The youth you breath of, Guilty, be affur'd He clofes with you in this Confequence; Good Sir, or fo, or Friend, or Gentleman, According to the Phrafe and the Addition, Of Man and Country.

Rey.

Rey. Very good, my Lord.

Pol. And then, Sir, do's he this?

He do's

what was I about to say?

I was about to fay nothing; where did I leave? ----

Rey. At clofes in the Confequence : At Friend, or fo, and Gentleman.

Pol. At clofes in the Confequence

-

Ay marry,

He clofes with you thus. I know the Gentleman,
I faw him yesterday, or t'other day,

Or then, or then, with fuch and fuch, and as you fay,
There was he gaming, there d'ertook in's Rowfe,
There falling out at Tennis; or perchance,

I faw him enter fuch a House of Sale,

Videlicet, a Brothel, or fo forth-See you now;
Your bait of Falfhood, takes this Carp of Truth ;
And thus do we of Wifdom and of Reach,
With Windlaces, and with affays of Byas,
By Indirections find Directions out:
So by my former Lecture and Advice

Shall you my Son; you have me, have you not?
Rey. My Lord, I have.

Pol. God b'w' you; fare you well.

Rey. Good my Lord

Pol. Obferve his Inclination in your felf.

Rey. I fhall, my Lord.

Pol. And let him ply his Mufick.

Rey. Well, my Lord.

Pol. Farewel.

Enter Ophelia.

How now, Ophelia, what's the matter?

Oph. Alas, my Lord, I have been fo affrighted.
Pol. With what, in the Name of Heav'n?
Oph. My Lord, as I was fowing in my Chamber,
Lord Hamlet with his Doublet all unbrac'd,
No Hat upon his Head, his Stockings foul'd,
Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his Ancle,
Pale as his Shirt, his Knees knocking each other,
And with a look fo piteous in Purport,
As if he had been lofed out of Hell,
To fpeak of Horrors; he comes before me.
Pol. Mad for thy Love?

[Exit.

Oph