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Unhousellid, disappointed, unaneal'd;
else? And shall I couple hell!~O fie !-Hold, hold, my
heart; And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffy up!--Remember thee?
810 Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away, all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures, past, That youth and observation copied there ; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter : yes, by heaven.
O most pernicious woman!
[Within. Mar. Lord Hamlet,
[Within. Hor. Heaven secure him!
[Within. Ham. So be it!
831 Mar. Illo, ho, ho, my lord !
[Within. Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy ! come, bird, come.
Enter HORATIO, and MARCELLUS.
840 Ham. How say you then ; would heart of man once
Both. Ay, by heaven, my lord.
But he's an arrant knave.
Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from
To tell us this.
Ham. Why, right; you are in the right;
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:
Hor. What is't, my lord ? we will.
870 Mar. Nor I, my lord, in faith.