The glow-worm shows the tatin to be near, Ham. Hold, hold, my heart: And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past Hor. [Within.] My lord, my lord,- Ham. [Exit. Heaven secure him! Mar. [Within.] Illo, ho, ho, my lord! Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come. Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS. Mar. How is't, my noble lord? Hor. So be it. What news, my lord? Ham. O, wonderful! Hor. Good my lord, tell it. Ham. No; You will reveal it. Nor I, my lord. Hor. Not I, my lord, by heaven. Mar. 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, Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave, To tell us this. Нит. 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;— 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. Hor. There's no offence, my lord. For your desire to know what is between us, Give me one poor request. Hor. We will. What is't, my lord? Ham. Never make known what you have seen to-night. Ham. Hor. Propose the oath, my lord. Ham. Never to speak of this that Swear by my sword. Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. Nay, but swear't. you have seen, 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! That you, at such times seeing me, never shall Or by pronouncing of some doubiful phrase, As, Well, well, we know ;-or, We could, and if we would ;-on, If we list to speak ;-or, There be, an if they might ; Ör such ambiguous giving out, to note That you know aught of me :-This do you swear, So grace and mercy at your most need help you! Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen, With all my love I do commend me to you: And what so poor a man as Hamlet is May do, to express his love and friending to you, God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together; And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. The time is out of joint;-O cursed spite! Nay, come, let's go together. ACT II. SCENE I. Hamlet ha low put on his counterfeit madness. He visits Ophelia in this "antic guise," and the afflighted maiden narrates to her father the circumstances attending nis visit. OPHELIA. POLONIUS. Poi. How now, Ophelia? what's the matter? Oph. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted! Pol. With what, in the name of heaven. Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet,-with his doublet all unbrac'd; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; Pol. Mad for thy love? But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. My lord, I do not know; What said he? Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard; He falls to such perusal of my face, As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so; And thrice his head thus waving up and down,- Pol. Come, go with me; I will go seck the king. What, have you given him any hard words of late? His access to me. Pol. That hath made him mad. Come, go we to the king: \This must be known; which, being kept close, might move More grief to hide, than hate to utter love. SCENE II.-A Room in the Castle. [Exeunt Enter KING, QUEEN, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and Attendants. King. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern! Moreover that we much did long to see you, The need, we have to use you, did provoke. That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you; And, sure I am, two men there are not living, To whom he more adheres. If it will please you So to expend your time with us a while, Your visitation shall receive such thanks As fits a king's remembrance. Ros. Both your majesties Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Than to entreaty. Guil. But we both obey; King. Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle Guildenstern. My too much changed son.-Go, some of you, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. [Exeunt ROSENce¿ntz, GuildenSTERN, and some Atter.dants Enter POLONIUS. Pol. I now do think, (or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy so sure As it hath us'd to do,) that I have found The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy. King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear. What majesty should be, what duty is, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,- Mad call I it for, to define true madness, Queen. More matter, with less art. Pol. Madam, I swear, I use nɔ art at all. And pity tis, 'tis true: a foolish figure; I have a daughter; have, while she is mine; Hath given me this: Now gather, and surmise. To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia, That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; beautified is a vile phrase; but you shall hear.-Thus : In her excellent white bosom, these, &c. Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her? Pol. Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful. Doubt thou, the stars are fire; Doubt, that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt, I love. ¡Reads dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not art to reckon my groans: but that I love thee best, O most best, believe il. Adieu. Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, Hamlet This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me: As they fell out by time, by means, and place, King. Receiv'd his love? Pol. But how hath she What do you think of me? King. As of a man faithful and honorable. Pol. I would fain prove so. But what might you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing, (As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that, Before my daughter told me,) what might you, Or my dear majesty your queen here, think, If I had play'd the desk, or table-book; Or given my heart a working, mute and dumb, Or look'd upon this love with idle sight ; What might you think? no, I went round to work, This must not be: and then I precepts gave her, |