[SCENE V]

          Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS [calling].

Hor. My lord, my lord.
Mar. Lord Hamlet.
Hor. Heavens secure him.                                   115
Ham. [aside] So be it.
Mar. Hillo, ho, ho, my lord.
Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy. Come, bird, come.
Mar. How is't, my noble lord?
Hor. What news, my lord?                                   120
Ham. O, wonderful!
Hor. Good my lord, tell it.
Ham. No, you will reveal it.
Hor. Not I, my lord, by heaven.
Mar. Nor I, my lord.                                       125
Ham. How say you then, would heart of man once think it-
    But you'll be secret?
Hor.  }  Ay, by heaven.
Mar.
Ham. There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark
    But he's an arrant knave.                              130
Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
    To tell us this.
Ham.                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-       135
    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-                 140
    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,            145
    O'ermaster't as you may. And now, good friends,
    As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers,
    Give me one poor request.
Hor.                         What is't, my lord? We will.
Ham. Never make known what you have seen tonight.
Hor. } My lord, we will not.                               150
Mar.
Ham. Nay, but swear't.
Hor. In faith, my lord, not I.
Mar. Nor I, my lord, in faith.
Ham. Upon my sword.
Mar. We have sworn, my lord, already.                      155
Ham. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
Ghost. (Cries under the stage)Swear.
Ham. Ah ha, boy, say'st thou so? Art thou there, truepenny ?
    Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellarage.
    Consent to swear.
Hor.                 Propose the oath, my lord.            160
Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen.
    Swear by my sword.
Ghost. Swear.                                 [They swear.]
Ham. Hic et ubique? Then we'll shift our ground.
    Come hither, gentlemen,                                165
    And lay your hands again upon my sword.
    Swear by my sword
    Never to speak of this that you have heard.
Ghost. Swear by his sword.                     [They swear.]
Ham. Well said, old mole. Canst work i'th' earth so fast?  170
    A worthy pioneer! Once more remove, good friends.
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.                 175
    But come,
    Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
    How strange or odd some'er I bear myself-
    As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
    To put an antic disposition on-                        180
    That you, at such time seeing me, never shall,
    With arms encumbered thus, or this head-shake,
    Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
    As 'Well, we know', or 'We could and if we would',
    Or 'If we list to speak', or 'There be and if they
     might',                                               185
    Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
    That you know aught of me-this do swear,
    So grace and mercy at your most need help you.
Ghost. Swear.                                  [They swear.]
Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit. So, gentlemen,          190
    With all my love I do commend me to you;
    And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
    May do t'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.           195
    The time is out of joint. O cursed spite,
    That ever I was born to set it right.
    Nay, come, let's go together.                           Exeunt.


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