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Ghoft. Revenge his foul and moft unnatural murder.
Ghost. Murder moft foul, as in the best it is;
But this moft foul, ftrange, and unnatural.
Ham. Hafte me to know it, that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May fweep to my revenge.
Ghoft. I find thee apt;
And duller fhouldft thou be than the fat weed
That roots itself in ease on Lethe's wharf,
Ham. Oh, my prophetic foul! my uncle?
Ghoft. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beaft,
But virtue, as it never will be mov'd,
Though lewdness court it in a fhape of heaven;
And prey on garbage.
But, foft! methinks, I fcent the morning air-
The leperous diftilment; whofe effect
Thus was I, fleeping, by a brother's hand,
Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.
Ham. Oh, all you hoft of heaven! oh earth! what else! And fhall I couple hell?--Oh, hold my heart, And you, my finews, grow not instant old; But bear me ftily up. Remember thee―― Ay, thou poor Ghoft, while memory holds a feat In this diftracted globe. Remember thee Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All faws of books, all forms, all preffures paft, That youth and obfervation copied there; And thy commandment all alone fhall live Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix'd with bafer matter. Yes, by heaven.
Oh villain, villain! fmiling damned villain!
That one may fmile, and fmile, and be a villain !
Enter Heratio and Marcellus.
Hor. My Lord, my Lord.
Mar. So be it.
Hor. Hillo, ho, ho, my Lord!
Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come.
Mar. How is't, my noble Lord ?
Hor. Good my Lord, tell it.
Ham. No, you'll reveal it.
Mar. Nor I, my Lord.
Ham. How fay you then, would heart of man once think it ?
But you'll be fecret
IN SOFTER COUNTRIES AND OTHER NOSTRES
Both. 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 ghoft, my Lord, come from the
grave To tell us this.
Ham. Why right, you are in the right;
Hor. Thefe are but wild and whirling words, my Lord Ham. I am forry they offend you, heartily; Yes, heartily.
Hor. There's no offence, my Lord.
Ham. Yes, by St. Patrick, but there is, my Lord, And much offence too. Touching this vision here, It is an honeft Ghoft; that let me tell you:
For your defire to know what is between us,
Hor. What is't, my Lord?
Ham. Never make known what you have feen to-night.
Mar. We have fworn, my Lord, already.
[Ghoft cries under the stage. Ham. Ah ha, boy, fay'st thou fo? At thou there, true
Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellarage.
Hor. Propofe the oath, my Lord. Ham. Never to speak of this that Swear by my fword.
Ham. His & ubique? Then we'll shift our ground. Come hither, gentlemen,
And lay your hands again upon my fword.
Ghoft. Swear by his fword.
Ham. Well faid, old mole; can't work i' the ground fo fift?
A worthy pioneer! Once-more remove, good friends. Hor. On day and night, but this is wondrous frange. Ham. And therefore as a ftranger give it welcome. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philofophy. But come,
That you, at fuch time seeing me, never fhall,
-or, We could, and if we would Or, If we lift to speak-or, There be, and if there mightOr fuch ambiguous giving out, denote
That you know aught of me: This do ye fwear,
Ham. Reft, reft, perturbed fpirit. So, gentlemen,
May do to exprefs his love and friending to you,
ACT III. SCENE IV. The Queen's Apartment.
HE will come ftraight; look, you lay home to him;
Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear with,
Ham. [within.] Mother, mother, mother.