53 54 Mar: Ham. How say you, then; would heart of man once think But you'll be secret. Hor. Ham. Mar. it? Ay, by heaven, my lord. 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 i' 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 business and desire, Such as it is; and, for my own poor part, 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, Give me one poor request. Hor. What is 't my lord, we will. Нат. Hor. Ham. Hor. Never make known what you have seen to-night. My lord, not I. Mar. Nay, but swear 't. In faith, Nor I, my lord, in faith. Ham. Upon my sword. Mar. Ham. Ghost. Ham. We have sworn, my lord, already. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. [Cries under the stage.] Swear. | Ha, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there, true- 55 Propose the oath, my lord. Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen, Swear by my sword. Ghost. Ham. Swear. Hic et ubique? then, we'll shift our ground. And lay your hands again upon my sword: Ghost. Swear. Ham. Well said, old mole! can'st work i' the earth so fast? Here, as before, never, so help you mercy, How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself, To put an antic disposition on, That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, Or, "If we list to speak;" Or such ambiguous giving out, or, "We could, an if we would;" or, "There be, an if they might;" denote this not to do, So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Ghost. Swear. 56 57 - So, gentlemen, Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! 58 59 May do, t' express his love and friending to you, Pol. АСТ II. SCENE I. A Room in POLONIUS' House. Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO. [Exeunt. 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. 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, By this encompassment and drift of question, That they do know my son, come you more nearer Take you, as 't were, some distant knowledge of him; 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 To youth and liberty. Rey. As gaming, my lord. Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling, 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 an utter 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 out-break of a fiery mind; Pol. Marry, Sir, here 's my drift; And, I believe, it is a fetch of wit. You laying these slight sullies on my son, As 't were a thing a little soil'd i' the working, Your party in converse, him you would sound, Of man, and country. Rey. Pol. Very good, my lord. | And then, Sir, does he this, he does Rey. At closes in the consequence. He closes thus: "I know the gentleman; I saw him yesterday, or t'other day, ay, marry; Or then, or then: with such, or such; and, as you say, There falling out at tennis: or perchance, I saw him enter such a house of sale, Videlicet, a brothel" or so forth. See you now; Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth: 61 62 63 Pol. And let him ply his music. Enter OPHELIA. Well, my lord. [Exit. Farewell! How now, Ophelia? what's the matter? Oph. O my lord, my lord! I have been so affrighted! With what, in the name of God? | Pol. Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, he comes before me. 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; Then goes he to the length of all his arm, And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow, As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so: | That done, he lets me go, And to the last bended their light on me. Pol. Come, go with me: I will go seek the king. This is the very ecstasy of love; Whose violent property fordoes itself, And leads the will to desperate undertakings, |