Thus much the business is. We have here writ In filial obligation, for some term
To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,-

To do obsequious sorrow: but to perséver
Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears In obstinate condolement, is a course
Of this his nephew's purpose,

-to suppress

Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief:
His further gait herein ; in that the levies,

It shows a will most incorrect to heaven;
The lists, and full proportions, are all made

A heart unfortified, or mind impatient;
Out of his subject :- and we here dispatch An understandivg simple and unschool'd :
You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,

For what, we know, must be, and is as common
For bearers of this greeting to old Norway; As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
Giving to you no further personal power

Why should we, in our peevish opposition,
To business with the king, more than the scope

Take it to heart ? Fye! 'tis a fault to heaven,
Of these dilated articles allow.

A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty ! To reason most absurd; whose common theme
Cor. et Fol. In that, and all things, will we show is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
our duty.

From the first corse, till he that died to-day,
King. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell! This must be so. We pray you, throw to earth

[ Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. This unprevailing woe; and think of us
And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? As of a father: for let the world take note,
You told us of some suit. What is't, Laertes? You are the most immediate to our throne;
You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,

And with no less nobility of love,
And lose your voice. What would'st thou beg, Than that which dearest father bears his son,
Laertes,

Do I impart toward you. For your intent
That shall not be my offer, not thy asking ? In going back to school in Wittenberg,
The head is not more native to the heart,

It is most retrograde to our desire:
The hand more instrumental to the mouth, And, we beseech you, bend you to remain
Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
What would'st thou have, Laertes ?

Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
Laer. My dread lord,

Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet'
Your leave and favour to return to France; I pray thee, stay with us, go not to Wittenberg!
From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam!
To shew my duty in your coronation ;

King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply; Yet now, I'must confess, that duty done, Be as ourself in Denmark. - Madam, come! My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof, King. Have you your father's leave? What says No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to-day, Polonius?

But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell ; Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow And the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit agais leave,

Re-speaking carthly thunder. Come away!
By laboursome petition; and, at last,

[Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, etc. Polozi Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:

and Laertes.
I do beseech you, give him leave to go.

Ilam. O, that this too too solid flesh #onld melt,
King. Take thy fair hour, Laortes; time be thine, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
And thy best graces: spend it at thy will! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God! O Ged!
Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind. How weary, stale, fat, and unprofitable,

[Aside. Seem to me all the uses of this world!
King. How is it, that the clouds still hang on you? Fye on't! O fye! 'tis an unweeded garden,
Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i'the sun. That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature
Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour of, Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. But two months dead !-- nay, not so much,
Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids,

So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Seek for thy noble father in the dust:

Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother,
Thou know'st, 'tis common; all, that live, must die, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Passing through nature to eternity.

Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
Hum. Ay, madam, it is commoa.

Must I remember? why, she would hang on bish
Queen, jf it be,

As if increase of appetite had grown
Why seems it so particular with thee?

By what it fed on: and yot, within a month. -
Ham. Seems, madam ! nay, it is! I know not seems Let me not think on't;
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,

woman!
Nor customary suits of solemo black,

A little month; or ere those shoes were old,
Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath,

With which she follow'd my poor father's bodie
No, nor the fruitful river in the

eye,

Like Niobe, all tears : - why she, even she;-
Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,

O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reaso!
Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, Would have mourn'd longer, - married wit op
That can denote me truly. These, indeed, seem, uncle,
For they are actions that a man might play: My father's brother; but no more like my father,
But I have that within, which passeth show; Than I to Hercules. Within a month;
These, but the trappings and the suits of woe, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
Hamlet,

She married. - most wicked speed, to post
To give these mourning daties to your father: With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
That Father lost, lost his ; and the survivor bound/Bint break, my heart! For I must hold my tongue!

Frailty, thy name i

ever.

with you.

meats

de My lord ?

Enter Horatio, BERNARDO, and Marcellus. Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;
Hor. Hail to your lordship!

And we did think it writ down in our duty,
Ham. I am glad to see you well:

To let you know of it.
Horatio, - or I do forget myself.

Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs ! but this troubles me.
Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant Hold you the watch to-night?

All. We do, my lord!
Ham. Sir, my good friend! I'll change that name

Ham. Arm'd, say you?

All. Arm’d, my lord !
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ? Ham. From top to toe ?
Marcellus ?

All. My lord, from head to foot,
Mar. My good lord, -

Ham. Then saw you not
Ham. I am very glad to see you ; good even, sir! His face?
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? Hør. O, yes, my lord! he wore his beaver up.
Ilor. A truant disposition, good my lord !

Ham. What, look'd he frowningly?
Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so;

Hor. A countenance more
Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,

In sorrow than in anger. To make it truster of your own report

Ham. Pale, or red ?
Against yourself: I know, you are no truant. Hor. Nay, very pale.
But what is your atlair in Elsinore?

Ham. And fix'd eyes upon you ?
We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart. llor. Most constantly;
Ilor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Ham. I would, I had been there.
Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student! Hor. It would have much amaz'd you.
I think, it was to see my mother's wedding.

Ham. Very like,
Ilor. Sudeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. Very like. Stay'd it long?"
Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio ! the funeral bak'd Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a

hundred.
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Mar. Ber. Longer, longer.
'Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven

Ilor. Not when I saw it. Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!

Iłam. His beard was grizzl’d? no ? My father, — methinks, I see my father.

llor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, Ilor. Where,

A sable silver'd.

Hum. I will watch to-night;
Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio.

Perchance, 'twill walk again.
Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king. Hor. I warrant, it will.
llam. He was a man, take him for all in all ; Ham. If it assume my noble father's person,
I shall not look upon his like again.

I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,
Ilor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
llam. Saw! who?

you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
Ilor. My lord, the king your father.

Let it be tenable in your silence still;
Ham. The king my father!

And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Hor. Season your admiration for a while

Give it understanding, but yo tongue;
With an attent ear; till I may deliver,

I will requite your loves: so, fare you well! Upon the witness of these gentlemen,

Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
This, marvel to you.

I'll visit you !
Ham. For God's love, let me hear!

All. Our duty to your honour.
Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Ham. Your loves, as mine to you! Farewell!
Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,

(Exeunt Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo. In the dead waist and middle of the night, My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were come! Armed at point, exactly, cap-a-pé,

Till then sit still, my soul! Foul deeds will rise, Appears before them, and, with solemn march, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to meu's eyes. Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd,

(Exit. By their oppress’d and fear-surprised eyes,

SCENEI. - A room in Polonius's house. Within his trancheon's length; whilst they, distill'd

Enter LAERTES and OPIIELIA. Almost to jelly with the act of fear,

Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell!
Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me And, sister, as the winds give benefit,
In dreadful secrecy impart they did;

And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
And I with them the third night kept the watch: But let me hear from you.
Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,

Oph. Do you doubt that ?
Form of the thing, each word made true and good, Laer. For Hamlet, and the trisling of his favour,
The apparition comes : I knew your father; Bold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;
These hands are not more like.

A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Ham. But where was this?

Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
Mar. My lord, upon the platform, where we watch'd. The perfume and suppliance of a minute;
Hum. Did you not speak to it?

No more.
Hlor. My lord, I did ;

Oph. No more but so?
But answer made it none: yet once, methought, Laer. Think it no more!
It listed up its head, and did address

For nature, crescent, does not grow aloue
Itself to motion, like as it would speak:

In thews, and bulk; but, as this temple waxes,
Put, even then, the morning cock crew loud; The inward service of the mind and soul
And at the sound it shrunk in laste away,

Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now;
And vanish'd from our sight.

And now no soil, nor cautel, doth besmirch
Ham. 'Tis very strange.

The virtue of his will : but, you must fear,

my lord,

Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes his

His greatness weigh’d, his will is not his own; And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
For he himself is subject to his birth :

Laer. Farewell !

(Exit Laerte: He may not, as unvalued persons do,

Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? Carve for himself; for on his choice depends Oph. So please you, something touching the lord The safety and the health of the whole state;

Hamlet.
And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd Pol. Marry, well bethought!
Unto the voice and yielding of that body,

Tis told me, he hath very oft of late Whereof he is the head. Then, if he says he loves you, Given private time to you; and you yonrself It fits your wisdom so far to believe it,

Have ot your audience been most free and bounters : As he in his particular act and place

If it be so, (as so 'tis put on me, May give his saying deed; wich is no further, And that in way of caution,) I must tell you, Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. You do not understand yourself so clearly, Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain, As it behoves my daughter, and your honour: If with too credent ear you list his songs ;

What is between you? give me up the truth! Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open Oph. He hath, my lord, of late, made many tenders To his unmaster'd importunity.

of his affection to me. Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister!

Pol. Affection ? puh! you speak like a green gich And keep you in the rear of your affection, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Out of the shot and danger of desire.

Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? The chariest maid is prodigal enough,

Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should think If she unmask her beauty to the moon:

Pol. Marry, I'll teach you! think yourself a baby; Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes:

That you have ta'en these tenders for true par, The canker galls the infants of the spring, Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more deals; Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd;

Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase

, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth

Wronging it thus,) you'll tender me a fool. Contagious blastments are most imminent.

Oph. My lord, he hath impórtan'd me with love, Be wary then: best safety lies in fear;

In honourable fashion.
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to!

Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, Oph. And hath given countenance to his speech,
As watchman to my heart: but, good my brother,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,

With almost all the holy vows of heaven. Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know, Whilst, like a pati'd and reckless libertine, When the blood burns, how prodigal the son] Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter, And recks pot his own read.

Giving more light than heat, - extinct in both, Laer. O fear me not!

Even in their promise, as it is a making, I stay too long. But here my fathers comes ! You must not take for fire. From this time Enter POLONIUS.

Be somewhat scanter of your

maiden presence; A double blessing is a double grace;

Set your entreatments at a higher rate, Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

Than a command to parley. For lord Hamlet, Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame! Believe so much in him, tňat he is young, The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And with a larger tether may he walk, And you are staid for. There, - my blessing with Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia, you!

(Laying his hand on Laertes heud. Do not believe his vows: for they are brokers And these few precepts in thy memory

Not of that die which their investments show, Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, But mere implorators of unholy suits

, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.

Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds

, Be thoa familiar, but by no means vulgar.

The better to beguile. This is for all, -The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, I would not, in plain terms, from this time fourthy Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel;

Have you so slander any moment's leisure, But do not dull thy palm with entertainment

As to give words or talk with the lord Handet. Oi each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Look to't, I charge you; come your ways! Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in,

Oph. I shall obey, my lord ! Bear it, that the opposer may beware of thee.

SCENE IV.- The platform. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice :

Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcelles: Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment. Hum. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,

Hor. It is a nipping and an eager But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy:

Hum. What hour now? For the apparel oft proclaims the man;

Hor. I think, it lacks of twelve. And they in France, of the best rank and station,

Mar. No, it is struck. Are most select and generous, chief in that. Hor. Indeed! I heard it not; it then draws De Neither a borrower, nor a lender be: For loan oft loses both itself and friend;

Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all. - To thine ounself be true;

(4 flourish of trumpets, and ordnance skor o'y

within. And it must follow, as the night the day,

What does this mean, my lord?
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell! my blessiug season this in thee!
Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord! Keeps wassel

, and the swaggering up-spring en Pol. The time invites you! go, your servants tend! And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish dovu Laer. Farewell, Ophelia! and remember well

The kettle-dram and trumpet thus bray out What I have said to you.

The triumph of his pledge. Oph. 'Tis in my memory lock d,

Hor. Is it a custom?

air.

the season,

Ham. Ay, marry, is't:

Go on, I'll follow thee! But to my mind, - though I am native here,

Mar. You shall not go, my,

lord! And to the manner born, - it is a custom

Ham. Hold off your hands!
More honour'd in the breach, than the observance. Hor. Be rul'd, you shall not go!
This heavy-headed revel, east and west,

Ham. My fate cries out,
Makes us traduc'd, and tax'd of other nations: And makes each petty artery in this body
They clepe us, drunkards, and with swinish phrase As hardy as the Némean lion's nerve.-
Soil our addition; and, indeed it takes

(Ghost beckons.
From our achievements, though perform'd at height, Still am I call'd;—unhand me, gentlemen! -
The pith and marrow of our attribute.

(Breaking from them. # So, oft it chances in particular men,

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me:-
That, for some vicious mole of nature in them, I say, away! - Go on, I'll follow thee!
As, in their birth, (wherein they are not guilty,

(Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. Since nature cannot choose his origin,)

Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination. By the o’ergrowth of some complexion,

Mar. Let's follow! 'tis not fit thus to obey him. Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason; Hor. Have after!-To what issue will this come? Or by some habit, that too much o'er-leavens Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. The form of plausive manners; - that these men, Hor. Heaven will direct it, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect;

Mar. Nay, let's follow him !

(Exeunt. Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else (be they as pure, as grace,

SCENE V. – A more remote part of the platform.
As infinite, as man may undergo,)

Re-enter Ghost and HAMLET.
Shall in the general censure take corruption Ham. Whither wilt thou lead me? speak, I'll

gono From that particular fault. The dram of base

further! Doth all the noble substance often dout,

Ghost. Mark me.
To his own scandal.

Ham. J will.
Enter Ghost.

Ghost. My hour is almost come,
Hor. Look, my lord, it comes !

When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Han. Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Must render up myself.

Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Ham. Alas, poor ghost! so ng Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell, Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,

To what I shall unfold.
Thou com’st in such a questionable shape,

Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear.
That I will speak to thee; I'll call thee, Hamlet, Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
King, father, royal Dane! 0, answer me!

Ham. What?
Let me not burst in ignorance! but tell,

Ghost, I am thy father's spirit,
Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, Dovm'd for a certain term to walk the night;
Have durst their cerements! why the sepulchre, And, for the day, confin’d to fast in fires,
Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn'd,

Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,
Hath op'd his pouderous and marble jaws, Are burnt and parg'd away. But that I am forbid
To cast thee up again! What may this mean, To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steel, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,

Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young

blood: Making night hideous: and we fools of nature, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; So horridly to shake our disposition,

Thy kootted and combined locks to part,
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? And each particular hair to stand on end,
Say, why is this? 'wherefore? what should we do? Like quills upon the fretful porcupine ;
Kor. It beckons you to go away with it,

But this eternal blazon must not be
As if it some impartment did desire

To ears of flesh and blood. -List, list, o list! -
To you alone.

If thou didst ever thy dear father love,
Mar. Look, with what courteous action

Ham. O heaven!
It waves you to a more removed ground:

Ghost. Revenge his foul and most annatural murder!
But do not go with it.

Ham. Marder?
llor. No, by no means.

Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
Hain. It will not speak; then I will follow it. But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Hor. Do not, my lord!

Ham.Haste me to know it ; that S, with wings as swift,
Hum. Why, what should be the fear?

As meditation, or the thoughts of love,
I do not set my life at a pin's fee;

May sweep to my revenge.
And, for my soul, what can it do to that,

Ghost. I find thee apt;
Being a thing immortal as itself?

And duller should'st thou be, than the fat weed,
It waves me forth again; - I'll follow it!

That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Hor. What, if it tempt you toward the flood, my Would'st thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear! lord,

'Tis given out, that, sleeping in mine orchard, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff,

A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
That beetles o'er his base into the sea ?

Is by a forged process of my death
And there assume some other horrible form, Rankly abus’d: but know, thou noble youth,
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason, The serpent, that did sting thy father's life,
Aud draw you into madness? think of it!

Now wears his crown.
The very place puts toys of desperation,

Ham. O, my prophetic soul! my uncle !
Without more motive, into every brain,

Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
That looks so many fathoms to the sea,

With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts, And hears it roar beneath.

(0 wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power Ham. It waves me still :

So to seduce !) won to his shameful lust

the grave,

A worthy pioneer!-- Once more remove,good friends!
Hor. O day and night, but this is wondrons strange!

Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome

The will of my most seeming-virtuoas queen: Ham. So be it! 0, Hamlet, what a falling-off

' was there!

Mar. (Within.) Mo, ho, ho, my lord! From me, whose love was of that dignity,

Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come! That it went hand in hand even with the vow

Enter Horatio and MARCELLCS. I made to her in marriage; and to decline

Mar. How is't, my noble lord ? Upon a wretch, whose natural gifts were poor

Hor. What news, iny lord ? To those of mine!

Ham. O, wonderful!
But virtue, as it never will be mov'd,

Hur. Good my lord, tell it!
Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven; Ham. No;
So last, though to a radiant angel ok'd,

You will reveal it.
Will sate itself in a celestial bed,

llor. Not I, my lord, by heaven! And prey on garbage.

Mar. Nor I, my lord! But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air; Ham. How say you then; would heart of man once Brief left me be! - Sleeping within mine orchard, think it? My custom always of the afternoon,

But you'll be secret, Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,

Hor. Mar. Ay, by, heaven, my

lord! With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,

Ham. There's ne'era villain,dwelling in all Deamart, And in the porches of mine ears did pour

But he's an arrant krave. The leperous distilment; whose effect

Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come frea Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through To tell us this. The natural gates and alleys of the body;

Ham. Why, right! you are in the right! And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset

And so, without more circumstance at all, And curd, like eager droppings into milk,

I hold it fit, that we shake hands, and part: The thin and wholesome blood; so did it mine; You, as your business, and desire, shall point you; And a most instant tetter bark'd about,

For every man hath business and desire, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, Such as it is, - and, for my own poor part, All my smooth body.

Look you, I will go pray. Thus was 1, sleeping, by a brother's hand,

Hor. These are but wild and whirling words

, my lord? Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch’d: Ham. I am sorry they offead you, heartily; yes, Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,

'Faith, heartily! Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd;

Hor. There's no offence, my

lord! No reckoning made, but sent to my account Ham. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, With all my imperfections on my head :

And much offence too. Touching this vision here, 0, horrible! o, horrible! most horrible!

It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you ; Jf thou hast nature in thee, bear it not!

For your desire to know what is between as, Let not the royal bed of Denmark be

O’ermaster it as you may. And now, good friends A couch for luxury and damned incest!

As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, But, howsoever thou pursu'st this act,

Give me one poor request.
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Hor. What is't, my lord ?
Against thy mother aught! leave her to heaven, We will
And to those thorns, that in her bosom lodge, Ham. Never make known what you

have seen to-
To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once! night.
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, Hor. Mar. My lord, we will not.
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fre:

Ham. Nay, but swear't! Adiea, adieu, adieu! remember me!

(Exit. Hor. In faith, Ham. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What My lord, not I ! else?

Mar. Nor J, my lord, in faith! And shall I couple hell?-0 fye! Hold, hold, my Hum. Upon my sword ! heart !

Mar. We have sworn, my lord, already! And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,

Ham. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed! But bear me stiffly up! Remember thee?

Ghost. (Beneath) Swear! Ay, thoo poor ghost, while memory holds a seat Ham. Ha, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there, In this distracted globe! Remember thee?

true-penny? Yea, from the table of my memory

Come on, — you hear this fellow in the cellarage, I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,

Consent to swear!
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, Hor. Propose the oath, my.

lord! That youth and observation copied there; Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen, And thy commandment all alone shall live

Swear by my sword! Within the book and volume of my brain,

Ghost, ( Beneath.) Swear! Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven! Ham. Hic et ubique ? then we will shift ou O most pernicious woman!

ground:-
O villaio, villain, smiling, damned villain! Come hither, gentlemen!
My tables, meet it is, I set it down,

And lay your hands again upon my
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; Swear by my sword,
At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark:

Never to speak of this that yon have heard !

[Writing, Ghost. (Beneath.) Swear by his sword! So, ancle, there you are. Now, to my word; Ham. Well said, old mole? can'st work i'the earth It is, Adieu, adieu! remember me!

so fast ? have sworn't. Hor. (Within.) My lord, my lord, Mar. (Within.) Lord Hamlet, -Hor. (Within. Heaven secure him!

There ere more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,

sword!