Yea, from the Table of my Memory,
Ile wipe away all trivial! fond Records,
All fawes of bookes, all formes, all preffures paft,
That youth and obfervation coppied there 1,
And thy Commandment all alone fhall live
Within the booke and Volume of my braine,
V nmixt with bafer matter; yes, yes, by heaven :
Oh moft pernicious woman!
and porfidione
Oh Villaine, Villaine, fmiling damned Villaine!
My Tables, my Tables: meet it is I fet it downe,
That one may fimile, and fmile and be a Villaine;
At least I'm fure it may be fo in Denmarket.
So,Vnckle there you are: now to my word;
It is; Adue, Adue, Remember me: I havefworn't.
Hor. & Mar. within. My Lord, my Lord!
Enter Horatio and Marcellus low on Towne
Mar. Lord Hamlet!
Hor. Heaven fecure him.
Mar. So be it.
Hor. Illo, ho, ho,my Lord!
Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy; comebird, come.
Mar, How ift't,my Noble Lord
Hor. What newes, my Lord?
Ham. Oh wonderfull!
Hor. Good my Lord, tell it.
Ham. No you'll reveale it.
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