Ham. Hic & ubique? then we'll shift our ground: Come hither, Gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my sword: Never to speak of this that you have heard. A worthy pioneer! friends. Hor. O day and night, but this is, wondrous strange! Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it wel come. There are more things in heaven and earth, Ho ratio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come; Here, as before, never, so help you mercy! That you, at such simes seeing me, never shall, or, We could, and if we would; or, If we list to speak ;There be, an if they might; or 4 Or 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, Gen tlemen, With all my love I do commend me to you: VOL. XVII. 3 And what so poor a man as Hamlet is May do, to express his love and friending to you, Good willing, shall not lack. Let us go in toge ther; And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. 霉 ACT II. SCENE I. A Room in Polonius's House. Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO. [Exeunt. Pol. Give him this money, and these notes, Reynaldo. Rey. I will, my Lord. Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Rey naldo, Before you visit him, to make inquiry Of his behaviour. Rey. My Lord, I did intend it. Pol. Marry, well said: very well said. Look you, Sir, Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; they keep, and where What company, at what expence; and finding, nearer Than your particular demands will touch it: him; As thus, I know his father, and his friends, And, in part, him; Do you mark this, Rey naldo? Rey. Ay, very well, my Lord. 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, uone so rank As may dishonour him; take heed of that; But, Sir, such wanton, wild, and usual slips, As are companions noted and most known 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 another 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; Of general assault. Rey. But, my good Lord, Pol. Wherefore should you do this? I would know that. Pol. Marry, Sir, here's my drift; And, I believe, it is a fetch of warrant:` Your party in converse, him you would sound, Rey. Very good, my Lord. I was Pol. And then, Sir, does he this, He does What was I about to say? about to say something: By the mass, Rey. At closes in the consequence.-Ay, marry : He closes with you thus: I know the gen tleman; I saw him yesterday, or t'other day, Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as you say, There was he gaming; there o'ertook in his rouse; 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 his carp of truth: Pol. God be wi'you; fare you well. you not? Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself. Rey. I shall, my Lord. Pol. And let him ply his musick. Rey. Well, my Lord. [Exit. Enter OPHELIA. Pol. Farewell!-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; No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy_love? Oph. My Lord, I do not know: But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. 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. And thrice his head thus waving up and down, And end his being: That done, he lets me go : |