That youth and obfervation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmixt with bafer matter. Yes, by heav'n:
Oh most pernicious woman!

Oh villain, villain, fmiling damned villain!
My tables,meet it is I fet it down,

[Writing.

That one may fmile, and fmile, and be a villain;
At least I'm fure it may be fo in Denmark.
So, uncle, there you are; now to my word;
It is, Adieu, adieu, remember me :

I've fworn it

S C E N E IX.

· Enter Horatio and Marcellus.

Hor. My Lord, my Lord!

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, a 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.

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

Mar. Nor I, my Lord.

[it?

Ham. How fay you then, would heart of man once think

But you'll be fecret?

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

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

[grave

Hor. There needs no ghoft, my Lord, come from the

To tell us this.

(a) This is the Call which Falconers use to their Hawk in the air, when they would have him come down to them.

Ham. Why, right, you are i'th' right;
And fo without more circumftance at all,
I hold it fit that we shake hands, and part;
You as your business and defires fhall point you,
(For every man has business and defire,

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

Hor. Thefe are but wild and hurling words, my Lord. Ham. I'm forry they offend you, heartily';

Yes, heartily.

Hor. There's no offence, my Lord.

Ham. Yes, by St. Patrick, but there is, my Lord, And much offence too. Touching this vision 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, fcholars, and foldiers,

Give me one poor request.

Hor. What is't, my lord?

Ham. Never make known what you have feen to-night.

Both. 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 fword.

Mar. We've fworn, my Lord, already.
Ham. Indeed, upon my fword, indeed.

Ghost. Swear.

[Ghost cries under the stage.

Ham. Ah ha, boy, fay'st thou fo? art thou there, trueCome on, you hear this fellow in the cellaridge. [penny?

Confent to fwear.

Hor. Propofe the oath, my Lord.

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

Ghost. Swear.

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

And lay your hands again upon my fword.

Never

Never to speak of this which you have heard,
Swear by my fword.

Gboft. Swear.

[faft?

Ham. Well faid, old mole, can't work i'th' ground fo A worthy pioneer! Once more remove, good friends. Hor. O day and night! but this is wondrous ftrange. Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. There are more things in heav'n and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in 'our philofophy.

But come,

Here, as before, never, fo help you mercy,
How ftrange or odd foe'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 fhall,
With arms encumbred thus, or this head-fhake,
Or by pronouncing of fome doubtful phrafe,

As, well-we know-or, we could, an if we would.
Or, if we lift to fpeak-or, there be, an if there 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.

Ghost. Swear.

Ham. Reft, reft, perturbed fpirit. So, 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:

And ftill your fingers on your lips. I pray.

The time is out of joint; oh curfed fpight,
That ever I was born to fet it right!

Nay, come, let's go together.

[Exeunt.

ACT

GI

An Apartment in Polonius's House.

Enter Polonius, and Reynoldo.

POLONIUS.

IVE him this mony, and these notes, Reynoldo,
Rey. I will, my Lord.

[noldo, Pol. You fhall do marvellous wifely, good Rey

Before you visit him, to make inquiry

Of his behaviour.

Rey. My Lord, I did intend it.

Pol. Marry, well faid, very well faid. Look you, Sir, Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;

And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,
What company, at what expence; and finding
By this encompassment and drift of question,
That they do know my fon, 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,
-I

And in part him-Do you mark this, Reynoldo?
Rey. Ay, very well, my Lord.

Pol. And in part him-but you may fay-not well; But if't be he I mean, he's very wild;

Addicted fo and fo-and there put on him

What forgeries you pleafe; marry, none so rank,
As may difhonour him; take heed of that;
But, Sir, fuch wanton, wild, and ufual flips,
As are companions noted and moft known
To youth and liberty.

Rey. As gaming, my Lord

Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, fwearing,

Quar

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 an utter fcandal on him,

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That he is open to incontinency,

That's not my meaning; but breathe his faults fo quaintly,
That they may seem the taints of liberty;

The flash and out-break of a fiery mind,
A favageness 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 wit.

You laying these flight fullies on my fon,
As 'twere a thing a little foil'd i'th' working,

Mark you your party in converse, him you would found;
Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes
The youth you fpeak of guilty, be affur'd

He clofes with you in this confequence

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Good Sir, or Sir, or friend, or gentleman,
(According to the phrafe or the addition
Of man and country.)

Rey. Very good, my Lord.

Pol. And then, Sir, does he this;
He does what was I about to say?

I was about to fay fomething, where did I leave?-
Rey. At clofes in the confequence.

Pol. At clofes in the confequence-Ay marry,
He closes thus, I know the gentleman,

I saw him yesterday, or t'other day,

Or then, with fuch and fuch, and, as you say,
There was he gaming, there o'ertook in's rowfe,
There falling out at tennis; or perchance,

I saw him enter fuch a house of fale,
Videlicet, a brothel, or fo forth.-

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See you now;

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