That youth and obfervation copied there;" Oh villain, villain, fmiling damned villain ! [Writing. So, uncle, there you are; now to my word; It is, Adieu, adieu, remember me: I've fworn it-------- Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS. Hor. My Lord, my Lord Mar. Lord Hamlet Hor. Heaven fecure him! Mar. So be it. Hor. Illo, ho, ho, my Lord! Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come, bird, come. Mar. How is't, my noble Lord? Hor. What news, my Lord? Ham. Oh, wonderful! Hor. Good my Lord, tell it. Ham. No, you'll reveal it. Hor. Not I, my Lord, by Heaven. Mar. Nor I, my Lord. Ham. How fay you then, would heart of man But you'll be fecret---- Both. Ay, by Heaven, my Lord. Ham. There's ne'er a villain, But he's an arrant knave. [once think it? dwelling in all [Denmark, Hor. There needs no ghost, my Lord, come from To tell us this. [the grave Ham. Why, right, you are i' th' right; And fo without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we fhake hands, and part; Such as it is) and for my own poor part, Her Thefe are but wild and whirling words,, my Lord. Ham. I'm 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 vifion here---It is an honeft ghost, that let me tell you: For your defire to know what is between us, O'er-mafter it as you may. And now, good friends, As you are friends, fcholars, and foldiers, Give me one poor request. Hor. What is't, my Lord? Ham. Never make known what you have feen *to-night. Both. My Lord, we will not. Ham. Nay, but fwear't. Hor. In faith, my Lord, not I. Mar. Nor I, my Lord, in faith. Ham. Upon my fword. Mar. We have fworn, my Lord, already. Ghoft. Swear. [Ghoft cries under the Stage.. Ham. Ah, ha, boy, fay'st thou fo? art thou there, true-penny? Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellarage. Hor. Propofe an oath, my Lord. Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen, Swear by my fword. Ghoft. Swear. Ham. Hic et ubique? then we'll fhift our ground, Come hither, gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my fword. Never to speak of this which you have heard, (21) Swear by my fword. Ghoft. Swear by his fword. Ham. Well faid, old mole, can't work i' th' ground so fast? A worthy pioneer! Once more remove, good friends. Hor. Oh, day and night, but this is wondrous ftrange. Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. (22) There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamed of in your philofophy. But come, Here, as before, never, (fo help you mercy!) (21) Never to speak of this that you have heard, Swear by my fword.] This adjuration and the folemnity of killing Hamlet's fword, feems to be fneered at by Beaumont and Fletcher in their Kight of the Burning Pejile, where Ralph the grocer's 'prentice difmifles the barber in quiet, OD certain terms agreed betwixt them; Ralph. I give thee mercy, but yet thou shalt fwear Thy promife uttered. Barb. I wear and kifs. (22) There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philofophy.] This reflexion of Hamlet feems to be directly copied from this paffage of Lucrecius, lib. i. v. 152. Quod multa in terzis fieri, cœloque tuentur, I had amended and rectified the pointing of this whole fpeech in my Shakespeare Restored, to which I defire for brevity's fake to refer my readers. Mr Pope has thought fit to reform the whole, in his laft edition, agreeably to my directions there. How ftrange or odd foe'er I bear myself, That you, at fuch time feeing me, never fhall, As, well--we know--or, we could, and if we would-Or, if we lift to fpeak---or, there be, and if there might----- (Or fuch ambiguous giving out) denote That you know aught of me; this do ye fwear, So grace and mercy at your most need help you! Swear. Ghoft. Swear. Ham. Reft, reft, perturbed fpirit. So, gentlemen, May do t' exprefs his love and friending to you, ACT II. [Exeunt. SCENE, an Apartment in Polonius's Houfe. Enter POLONIUS and REYNOLDO. POLONIUS. GIVE him this money, and thofe notes, Reynoldo. Rey. I will, my Lord. Pol. You fhall do marvelous wifely, good ReyBefore you vifit him, to make enquiry [noldo, Of his behaviour. Rey. My Lord, I did intend it. Pol. Marry, well faid; very well faid. Look you, Sir, Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; What company, at what expence; and finding, Pol. And in part him----but you may fay,---not But if't be he I mean, he's very wild; [well; Addicted fo and fo----and there put on him Rey. As gaming, my Lord Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, fwearing, Quarrelling, drabbing-You may go fo far. Rey. My Lord, that would difhonour him. Pol. 'Faith no, as you may feafon it in the charge; You must not put another fcandal on him, (23) (23) You must not put another fcandal on him,] I once fufpected, and attempted to correct this paffage. The old gentleman, 'tis plain, is of opinion, that to charge his fon with wenching would not difhonour him; confequently would be no fcandal to him. Why then fould he caution Reynoldo from putting another fcandal on him? There can be no fecond fcandal fuppofed, without a fift implied. On this kind of reafoning, I propofed to correct; You must not put an utter scandal on him. |