Ghost. I am thy father's spirit, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires, penance I could a tale unfold whose lightest word on and •porengine If thou didst ever thy dear father love— See ४. 10 etercity. Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther. Ghost. Murther most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. Hamlet. Haste me to know 't, that I, with wings as swift May sweep to my revenge. Ghost. I find thee apt ; ave. made. And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear: 'T is given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death. a false are met of the water dered Rankly abus'd; but know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown. Hamlet. O my prophetic soul! 40 Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, I made to her in marriage, and to decline stove wh But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven, And prey on garbage. But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air; Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard, fanden My custom always in the afternoon, 50 60 With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, possibly ebny juice, power weting And with a sudden vigour it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, sur The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine; instantanes And a most instant tetter bark'd about, ine a lefu Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, Сери All my smooth body. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd; E 70 Disappointed is a general and soperife words; and t with at the last mation. unpepared Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd, arras No reckoning made, but sent to my accounting bed With all my imperfections on my head: O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible! natura ding If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not; relied re- Let not the royal bed of Denmark be Чивело foolish A couch for luxury and damned incest. Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive else? 80 90 [Exit. O earth! what And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart: But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee! I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, "wise at All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, "the" That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain ! end My tables,—meet it is I set it down, all things [Writing. That one may smile, and smile, and be a vilîain ; Horatio. [Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord! a Enter HORATIO and MARCELlus. Hamlet. O, wonderful! Marcellus. How is 't, my noble lord? What news, my lord? No; you will reveal it. Nor I, my lord. 120 ever Horatio. Good my lord, tell it. Horatio. Not I, my lord, by heaven. Hamlet. How say you, then; would heart of man once Hamlet. There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he 's an arrant knave. Horatio. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this. Hamlet. 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,— 130 Horatio. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord. Hamlet. I'm sorry they offend you, heartily; Yes, faith, heartily. Horatio. There's no offence, my lord. Hamlet. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, For your desire to know what is between us, O'ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends, As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, Give me one poor request. Horatio. What is 't, my lord? we will. 140 Hamlet. Never make known what you have seen to-night. Hamlet. Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there, truehouest, starch fellow. penny?— 150 Come on you hear this fellow in the cellarage place where Consent to swear. Horatio. Rellars Propose the oath, my lord. are wake, ground. Hamlet. Never to speak of this that you have seen. Swear by my sword. Ghost. [Beneath] Swear. Hamlet. Hic et ubique? then we 'll shift our ground. Come hither, gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my sword, |