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Adieu, adieu, adieu: remember me.
[Exit. Ham. Oh, all you host of heav'n! oh earth! what And thall I couple hell? oh fie ! hold my heart! [else? And you, my sinews, grow not instant old; But bear me ftiffly up. Remember thee ! Ay, thou poor Ghost, while memory holds a feat In this distracted globe ; “ remember thee !
Yea, from the table of my memory " I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, “ All faws 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 heav'n; Oh most pernicious woman ! Oh villain, villain, smiling damned villain; My tables, meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain ; At least, I'm sure it may be so in Denmark. [Writing So, uncle, there you are; now to my word ; It is; Adieu, adieu, remember me : I've sworn it
SCENE IX. Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
Han.. How say you then, would heart of man once But you'll be secret
[think it? Both. Ay, by hear'n, my Lord. * This is the call which falconers use to their haw's in the air, when they would have them come down to them,
Ham. There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave.
Hor. There needs no ghoft, my Lord, come from
Hor. There's no offence, my Lord.
Ham. Yes, by St. Patrick, but there is, my Lord,
Hor. What is't, my Lord?
Hor. Propose the oath, my Lord.
Han. Never to speak of this that you have seen,
Ham. Hic & ubique ? then we'll shift our ground,
Ghoft. Swear by his sword.
so falt? A worthy pioneer! Once more remove, good friends.
Hor. Oh day and night! but this is wondroustrange.
Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. There are more things in he:iv'n and earth, Horatio, Than are dream'd of in your philosophy. But come, Here, as before, never, (fo help you mercy!), How strange or odd foc'er 1 bear myself, (1s I, perchance, hereafter fall think ineet To put an antic difpofition on), Th you, at such time seeing me, never shall, With arms incumbred thus, or this head shake, Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, As, Well
We could, and if we would; Or, If we list to speak; -or, There be, and if
there might (Or such ambiguous givings out), denote That you know aught of me; this do ye swear,
, So grace and mercy at your most need help you ! Swear.
Ham. Reft, reft, perturbed spirit. So, Gentlemen, With all my love do I 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: The time is out of joint; oh, cursed ipight ! That ever I was born to set it right. Nay, come, let's go together.
Pol. Givekay. I will my Lord.
S CE N E 1.
Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynoldo, Before you visit hiin, to make inquiry Of his behaviour.
Rey. My Lord, I did intend it.
Pol. Marry, well faid; very well said. Look you, Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; | Sir, And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, What company, at what expence ; and finding, Iy this encompassment and drift of question, That they do know my son, come you more near ; Then your particular demands will touch it; Take you, as ’twere some distant knowledge of him, As thus---I know his father and his friends, And, in part, him---Do you mark this, Reynoldo ?
Rey. Ay, very well, my Lord,
Pol. Andin part him --- but you may say- not well;
dishonour him; take heed of that;
Rey. As gaming, my Lord
Pol. Ay, or drinking, [fencing *], fwearing, 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 an utter 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 outbreak of a fiery mind, * ficina an inter; lation,
A favageness * in unreclaim'd blood
Rey. But, my good Lord
Pol. Marry, Sir, here's my drift;
Rey. Very good, my Lord.
Pol. And then, Sir, does he this; He does--what was I about to say ? I was about to say something—where did I leave
Rey. At closes in the consequence.
Pól. At, closes in the consequence--Ay marry.
Rey. My Lord, I have.