To ears of flesh and blood.-List, list, O, list! If thou didst ever thy dear father love,- Ham. O God! Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. Ham. Murder! Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. Ham. Haste me to know it, that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge. Ghost. I find thee apt; And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear; Rankly abus'd: but know, thou noble youth, Ham. O my prophetic soul! my uncle! Upon a To those of mine! But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven; But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air; Holds such an enmity with blood of man, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, All my smooth body. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand, Of life, of crown, of queen, at once despatch'd: No reckoning made, but sent to my account And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire: Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me. Ham. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? 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, O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables,-meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; [Exit. At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark: So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word; 66 Adieu, adieu! remember me:" It is, I have sworn 't, Hor. [Within.] My lord! my lord! Mar. [Within.] Lord Hamlet! Hor. [Within.] Mar. [Within.] So be it! [Writing. Heaven secure him! Hor. [Within.] Illo, ho, ho, my lord! Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come. Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS. Mar. How is 't, my noble lord? Hor. What news, my lord? Ham. How say you, then; would heart of man once think it But you'll be secret. Hor. Mar. Ay, by heaven, 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' the right; And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we shake hands and part: Such as it is;-and, for mine own poor part, Look you, I'll go pray. Hor. These are but wild and whirling words, my Ham. I am sorry they offend you, heartily; yes, 'Faith, heartily. Hor. There's no offence, my lord. lord. Ham. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, 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. Ham. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. Ham. Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there, trueCome 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. [penny Ham. Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground.— Come hither, gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my sword: Never to speak of this that you have heard, Swear by my sword. Ghost. [Bencath.] Swear. Ham. Well said, old mole! canst work i' the earth so fast? 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 welcome. 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, To put an antick disposition on, That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, As, "Well, well, we know;"-- or, "We could, an if we would;" Or, "If we list to speak;' - or, "There be, an if they might;" Or such ambiguous giving out, to note That you know aught of me :-this not to do, Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. Ham. Rest, rest, perturbèd spirit!-So, gentlemen, May do, to express his love and friending to you, [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I.-A Room in POLONIUS' House. Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO. Pol. Give him this money, and these notes, Reynaldo. Pol. You shall do marv'lous wisely, good Reynaldo, Of his behaviour. Rey. My lord, I did intend it. Pol. Marry, well said; very well said. Look you, Sir, Than your particular demands will touch it : Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him; Pol. But if 't be he I mean, he's very wild; 'And, in part, him ;-but," you may say, "not well : Addicted so and so;"-and there put on him |