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Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unbousel'd, disappointed, anaveld;
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head:
0, 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 damned 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 glowworm shows the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire;
Adieu, adieu, adieu ! remember me. Erit,
Ham. O all you host of heaven! 0 eartb! What

else? And shall I couple hell ?-0 fye!-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 get it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark:

So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
It is, Adieu, adieu! remember me.
I have sworn 't.

Hor. (Within.] My lord, my lord,
Mar. Within.) Lord Hamlet,
Hor. (Within.)

Heaven secure bim !

So be it!
Mar. [Within.] mo, ho, ho, my lord !
Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy ! come, bird, come.

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Mar. How is 't, my noble lord ?

What news, my lord ?
Ham. O wonderful !

Good my lord, tell it.
You will reveal it.

Hor. Not I, my lord, by heaven.

Nor I, my lord. 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 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

For every man bath business, and desire,
Such as it is,-and, for my own poor part,
Look yon,

I will go pray.
Hor. These are but wild and whirling words,
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, 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.

my lord.

Ham. Never make known what you bave seen

Hor. Mar. My lord, we will not.

Nay, but swear't.

In faith,
My lord, not I.

Nor 1, my lord, in faith. Ham. Upon my sword. Mar. We have sworn, my lord, already. Ham. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. Ham. Ha, ha, böy! say'st thou so ? art thou

there, true-penny? Come on,-you hear this fellow in the cellar

age, Consent to swear. Hor.

Propose the oath, my lord. Ham. Never to speak of this that you have

Swear by my sword.

Ghost. [Beneath.) Swear.
Ham. Hic et ubique! then we'll shift our

Come hither, gentlemen,
And lay your hands again upon my sword:
Swear by my sword,
Never to speak of this that you have heard.

Ghost. (Beneath.] Swear by his sword.
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 ;-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,

swear; So grace and mercy at your most need help you!

Ghost. (Beneath.] Swear.
Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentle-

With all my love I do commend me to you:
And what so poor a man as Harnlet is
May do, to express his love and friending to you,
God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in toge-
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray:
The time is out of joint;=0 cursed spite!
That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let's go together.



SCENE I. A Room in Polonius' House.

Pol. Give him this money, and these notes,

Rey. I will, my lord.
Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good

Before you visit him, 'to make inquiry
Of his behaviour.

My lord, I did intend it. Pol. Marry, well said: very well said. Look

you, sir, Inquire 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 Than your particular demands will touch it:


Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge

of him ; As thus,-- 1 know his father, and his friends, 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
What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank
As may dishonour bim; take heed of that;
But, sír, such wanton, wild, and usual slips,
As are companions noted and most known
To youth and liberty.

As, gaming, my lord. Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quar

relling, 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 scandal 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 outbreak of a fiery mind; A savageness in unreclaimed blood, of general assault. Rey.

But, my good lord, Poi. Wherefore should you do this? Rey.

Ay, my lord, I would know tbat. Pol.

Marry, sir, here's my drift; And, I believe, it is a fetch of warrant: You laying these slight sullies on my son, As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i'the working, Your party in converse, him yon would sound, Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes, The youth you breathe of, guilty, be assur'd, He closes with you in this consequence; Good sir, or so; or friend, or gentleman, According to the phrase, or the addition,

Very good, my lord,

Mark you,

of man, and

14 country.

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