Imatges de pÓgina

That one may fmile, and fmile, and be a villain ;
At leaft, I'm fure, it may be fo in Denmark. [Writing.
So, uncle, there you are; now to my word;

It is; Adieu, adieu, remember me:

I've fworn it

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, come..

Mar. How is't,. my noble Lord.?

Hor. What news, my Lord?

Ham. Oh, wonderful!

Her. Good my Lord, tell it.

Ham. No, you'll reveal it.

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

Mar. Nor I, my Lord.

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

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's an arrant knave.

Hor. There needs no ghost, my Lord, come from the grave.

To tell us this.

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 bufinefs and defires fhall point you; (For every man has bufinefs and defire,

Such as it is) and, for my own pcor part,

I will go pray.

Hor. Thefe are but wild and whirling 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 vifion hereIt is an honest 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?

Ham. Never make known what you have feen to-night, Both. My Lord, we will not.

Ham. Nay, but fwear't.

Hor. 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 fword, indeed.

Ghoft. Swear.

[Ghoft cries under the Stage.

Ham. Ah, ha, boy, fay'ft thou fo? art thou there,


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

Hor. Propofe the oath, my Lord.

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

Ghoft. Swear.

Ham. Hic

ubique? then we'll fhift our ground.

Come hither, gentlemen,

And lay your hand again upon my sword.
Never to speak of this which you have heard,
Swear by my fword.

Ghoft. Swear by his fword.

Ham. Well faid,old mole,can'ftwork i'th'ground fo faft? A worthy pioneer! Once more remove, good friends. Hor. Oh day and night, but this is wondrous ftrange. Ham. And therefore as a ftranger give it welcome. There are more things in heav'n 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 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, and if we would-
Or, if we lift to fpeak-or, there be, and if there might
(Or fuch ambiguous giving out) denote

That you know aught of me; This do ye fwear, grace and mercy at your moft need help you!



Ghoft. Swear.

Ham. Reft, reft, perturbed Spirit. So, Gentlemen, With all my love do I 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, cursed spight!
That ever I was born to fet it right.
Nay, come, let's go together.




SCENE, An Apartment in Polonius's Houfe.


Enter Polonius, and Reynoldo.


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

Pol. You fhall do marvellous wifely, good Reynoldo, 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 firft what Danskers are in Paris;

And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,
What company, at what expence; and finding,
By this encompaffment and drift of queftion,
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,
And in part him-Do you mark this, Reynoldo?
Rey. Ay, very well, my Lord.

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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 fo rank,
As may dishonour him; take heed of that;
But, Sir, fuch 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 dishonour him.

Pol. 'Faith, no, as you may season 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 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 wit. You, laying thefe flight fullies on my fon, As 'twere a thing a little foil'd i'th' working, Mark you, your party in converfe, he you would found, Having ever feen, in the prenominate crimes, The youth, you breathe of, guilty, be affur'd, He clofes with you in this confequence; Good Sir, or fo, 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 say something-where I did leave ?— Rey. At, clofes in the confequence.

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

I saw him yesterday, or t'other day,

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

I faw him enter fuch a houfe of fale,
Videlicet, a brothel, or fo forth.-

See you now ;


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