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Hor. What news, my lord?
lord. Ham. How say you then; would heart of man once
Hor. Ay, by Heaven, my lord.
Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from
To tell us this.
Ham. Why right; you are in the right;
business and desire shall point you, For every man hath business and desire, Such as it is,-and, for my own poor part,
I will go pray.
Hor. These are but wild and whirling words, my
lord. Ham. I am sorry they offend you, heartily. Hor. There's no offence, my 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
have Swear by my sword.
Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear.
There are more things in Heaven and earth, Horatio,
mercy at your most need help you! Ghost. (Beneath.] Swear.
Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed 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, Heaven willing, shall not lack.. Let us go in toge
ther : And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. The time is out of joint-o cursed spight, That ever I was born to set it right! [Ereunt.
ACT THE SECOND.
An Apartment in Polonius' House.
Enter Polonius, meeting OPHELIA. Pol. How now, Ophelia ? what is the matter? Oph. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so af
frighted? Pol. With what, in the name of Heaven?
Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet,—with his doublet all unbrac’d, No hat upon his head, his stockings fould, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ankle, Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, He comes before me.
Pol. Mad for thy love?
Oph. My lord, I do not know; But, truly, I do fear it,
Pol. What said he?
he to the length of all his arm,
Pol. Come, go with me; I will go seek the King. This is the very ecstacy of love. What, have you given him any hard words of late? Oph. No, my good lord; but, as you did command, I did repel his letters, and denied
His access to me.
Pol. That hath made him mad.
Come, go we to the King:
This must be known; which, being kept close, might
More grief to hide, than hate to utter love. [Exeunt.
Enter KING, QUEEN, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, BERNARDO, and FRANCISCO.
King. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern!
Moreover that we much did long to see you,
What it should be,
More than his father's death, that thus hath put him
That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court
Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of
And, sure I am, two men there are not living,
To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
Ros. Both your majesties
Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,
Guil. But we both obey;
And here give up ourselves, in the full bent,
King. Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle Guilden
Queen. I do beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed son.-Go, some of you, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. [Exeunt GUILDENSTERN, ROSENCRANTZ, FRANCISCO, and Bernardo.
Pol. I now do think, (or else this brain of mine
King. O, speak of that; that I do long to hear.
Queen. More matter, with less art.
Pol. Madam, I swear, I use no art at all.That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity;