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 shews the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.

Ham. O all you

[Exit.

host of heaven! O earth!

What else?

O fie! — Hold,

hold, my heart;

And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
But bear me stifily 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 vil

lain;

At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark:
[writing:
So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
It is, Adieu, adieu! remember me.

I have sworn it.

Hor. [within.] My lord, my lord,
Mar. [within.] Lord Hamlet,
Hor. [within.] Heaven secure him!
Ham. So be it!

Mar. [within.] Allo, ho, ho, my lord!,

Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.

Enter HORA110, and MARCELLUS,

Mar. How is't, my noble lord?

Hor. What news, my lord?

Ham. O, wonderful!

Hor. Good my lord, tell it.
Ham. Nó;

You will reveal it.

Hor. Not I, my lord, by heaven.,

Mar. Nor I. my lord.

Ham. How say you then; would heart of man once think it?

But you'll be secret,

Hlor. 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

you;

For every man hath businefs, 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,
O'er-master 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,

Ilor. Mar. My lord, we will not..
Ham. Nay, but swear it,

Hor. In faith,

My lord, not I.

Mar. Nor I, my lord, in faith,

Ham. Upon my sword.

Ilam. We have sworn, my lord, already.
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 cel

Hor. Propose the oath, my lord.

Ilam. Never to speak of this that you have

seen,

Swear by my sword.

Ghost. [beneath] Swear.

Ham. Ilic et 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.
Ghost. [beneath) Swear by his sword.

Ham. 'Well said, old mole! can'st work i'the earth so fast?

A worthy pioneer!

friends.

Once more remove, good

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; be, an if they might;

or, There

Or such ambiguous giving out, to note That you know aught of me: This do swear, mercy at your most need help

So grace

grace and

you!

Ghost. [beneath] Swear.

Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gen

tlemen,

With all my love I do commend me to you:
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
May do, to exprefs his love and friending to

you,

God willing, shall not lack.

together;

And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.

The time is out of joint;

Let us go in

cursed spight!

[Exeunt.

That ever I was born to set it right!

Nay, come, let's go together.

ACT II. SCENE I.

A Room in Polonius's House.

Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO.

Pol. Give him this money, and these notes, Reynaldo.

Rey. I will, my lord.

Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo,

Before you visit him, to make inquiry

Of his behaviour.

Rev. 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 expence; 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,