Ham. There's ne'er a villain, dwelling in all Den mark, But he's an arrant knave. Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave, To tell us this. Why, right; you are in 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 my own poor part, Look you, I will go pray. Hor. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord. Ham. I am sorry they offend you, heartily; yes, 'Faith, 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, Give me one poor request. Hor. We will. What is't, my lord? Hum. Never make known what you have seen to night. Hor. Mar. My lord, we will not, Ham, Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. Ham. Ha, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there, true-penny? Come 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. Ham. Hic & ubique? then we'll shift our ground: Come hither, gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my sword: Swear by my sword, Never to speak of this that you have heard. Ham. Well said, old mole! can'st work i'the earth so fast? A worthy pioneer! - Once more remove, good friends. Here, as before, never, so help you mercy! That you know aught of me:-This do you swear, Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!-So, gentlemen, With all my love I do commend me to you: May do, to express his love and friending to you, And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. The time is out of joint; - cursed spite! That ever I was born to set it right! [Exeunt. : ACT II. SCENE I. A Room in Polonius's House. Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO. Pol. Give him this money, and these notes, Rey naldo. Rey. I will, my lord. Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Rey naldo, Before you visit him, to make inquiry Of his behaviour. Rey. My lord, I did intend it. Pol. Marry, well said: very well said. Look you, sir, Inquire me first what Danskers 32 are in Paris; And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, What company, at what expence; and finding, And, in part, him; -Do you mark this, Reynaldo ? Rey. Ay, very well, my lord. Pol. And, in part, him;-but, you may say,-not well: But, if't be he I mean, he's very wild; Addicted so and so; - and there put on him As are companions noted and most known To youth and liberty. Rey. As gaming, my lord. Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrell ing, Drabbing:-You may go so far. Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him. Pol. 'Faith, no; as you may season it in the charge. You must not put another seandal on him, That he is open to incontinency; That's not my meaning: but breathe his faults so quaintly, That they may seem the taints of liberty: The flash and out-break of a fiery mind; A savageness in unreclaimed blood, And, I believe, it is a fetch of warrant: You laying these slight sullies on my son, As 'twere a thing little soil'd i'the working, Mark you, Your party in converse, him you would sound, |