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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;
'Tis given out, that, sleeping in mine orchard,
A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death

Rankly abus'd: but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown.

Ham. O my prophetic soul! my uncle!
Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,
(O wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power
So to seduce!) won to his shameful lust
The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
From me, whose love was of that dignity,
That it went hand in hand even with the vow
I made to her in marriage; and to decline
wretch, whose natural gifts were poor

Upon a

To those of mine!

But virtue, as it never will be mov'd,

Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven;
So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
And prey on garbage.

But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
Brief let me be.-Sleeping within mine orchard,
My custom always in the afternoon,
Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
And in the porches of mine ears did pour
The leperous distilment; whose effect

Holds such an enmity with blood of man,
That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through
The natural gates and alleys of the body;
And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset
And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
And a most instant tetter bark'd about,

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:
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd;

No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head:
O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
A couch for luxury and damnèd incest.
But, howsoever thou pursu'st this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,

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
In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory

I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,

All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.-
O most pernicious woman!

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?

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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:
You, as your business and desire shall point you,-
For every man hath business and desire,

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,
And much offence too. Touching this vision here,-
It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you:
For your desire to know what is between us,
O'ermaster it 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.

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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.

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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,
How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,-
As I, perchance, hereafter shall think meet

To put an antick disposition on,

That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
With arms encumber'd thus, or this head-shake,

Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,

As, "Well, well, we know;"-- or, "We could, an if we would;"

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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,
So grace and mercy at your most need help you,
Swear.

Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear.

Ham. Rest, rest, perturbèd spirit!-So, gentlemen,
With all my love I do commend me to you:
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is

May do, to express his love and friending to you,
God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint:-O cursèd spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!—
Nay, come, let's go together.

[Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I.-A Room in POLONIUS' House.

Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO.

Pol. Give him this money, and these notes, Reynaldo.
Rey. I will, my lord.

Pol. You shall do marv'lous wisely, good Reynaldo,
Before you visit him, to make enquiry

Of his behaviour.

Rey.

My lord, I did intend it.

Pol. Marry, well said; very well said. 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 expense; and finding,
By this encompassment and drift of question,
That they do know my son, come you more nearer

Than

your particular demands will touch it :

Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him;
As thus, "I know his father, and his friends,
And, in part, him ;"-do you mark this, Reynaldo?
Rey. Ay, very well, my lord.

Pol.

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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
What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank

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