That youth and observation copied there; Oh villain, villain, smiling damned villain ! [Writinga So, uncle, there you are; now to my word; I've fworn it-............ Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.. Hor. My Lord, my Lord Mar. Lord Hamlet Hor. Heaven secure him! Mar. So be it. Hor. Illo, ho, ho, my Lord! Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come, bird, come.. Mar. How is't, my noble Lord? Hor. What news, my Lord? Ham. Oh, wonderful! Hor. Good my Lord, tell it.. Ham. No, you'll reveal it. Hor: Not I, my Lord, by Heaven. Már. Nor I, my Lord.. Ham. How fay you then, would heart of mans But you'll be fecret---- [once think it? Both. Ay, by Heaven, my Lend, d. But he's an arrant knave. To tell us this. Ham. There's ne'er a villain, dwelling in all Hor. There needs no ghost, my Lord, come from Ham. Why, right, you are i' th' right; [Denmark, [the grave And fo without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we shake hands, and part; 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'm forry they offend you, heartily; Yes, heartily. Hor. There's no offence, my Lord. Ham. Yes, by St. Patrick, but there is, my Lord, And much offence too. Touching this vifion here--It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you: For your defire to know what is between us, O'er-mafter it as you may. And now, good friends, As you are friends, fcholars, and foldiers, Give me one poor request.. Hor. What is't, my Lord? Ham. Never make known what you have feen to-night. Both. My Lord, we will not.. Ham. Nay, but fwear't. Hor. In faith, my Lord, not I.. Mar. Nor I, my Lord, in faith. Ham. Upon my fword. Mar. We have fworn, my Lord, already. Ham. Indeed, upon my fword, indeed. Ghoft. Swear. 1 [Ghost cries under the Stage. Ham. Ah, ha, boy, fay'st thou so? art thou there, true-penny? Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellarage. Confent to fwear. Hor. Propose an oath, my Lord. Ham. Never to speak of this that you have feen, Swear by my fword. Ghost. Swear. Ham.. Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground. Come hither, gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my fword. Ghoft. Swear by his fword. Ham. Well faid, old mole, can't work i' th' ground fo fast? A worthy pioneer! Once more remove, good friends. Hor. Oh, day and night, but this is wondrous strange. Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. (22) There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamed of in your philofophy. But come, Here, as before, never, (fo help you mercy!) (21) Never to speak of this that you have heard, Swear by my fword.] This adjuration and the folemnity of kifling Hamlet's fword, seems to be sneered at by Beaumont and Fletcher in their Knight of the Burning Pefile, where Ralph the grocer's 'prentice dismifies the barber in quiet, on certain terms agreed betwixt them; Ralph. I give thee mercy, but yet thou shalt swear Upon my burning peale to perform Thy promise uttered. Barb. I fwear and kiss. (22) There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philofophy.] This reflexion of Hamlet seems to be directly copied from this passage of Lucrecius, lib. i. v. 152, Quod multa in terris fieri, cæloque tuentur, Poffunt. I had amended and rectified the pointing of this whole fpeech in my Shakespeare Restored, to which I defire for brewity's fake to refer my readers. Mr Pope has thought fit to reform the whole, in his last edition, agreeably to my directions there. How strange or odd foe'er I bear myself, might----- (Or fuch ambiguous giving out) denote Ghoft. Swear. Ham. Reft, rest, perturbed spirit. So, gentlemen, With all my love do I commend me to you; [Exeunts ACT II. SCENE, an Apartment in Polonius's House. Enter POLONIUS and REYNOLDO. POLONIUS. G I will, my Lord. Before you visit him, to make enquiry [noldo, Rey. My Lord, I did intend it. you, Sir, Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, What company, at what expence; and finding, By this encompassment and drift of question, That they do know my fon, 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. And in part him----but you may fay----not But if't be he I mean, he's very wild; [well; Addicted fo and fo----and there put on him What forgeries you please; marry, none fo rank As may dishonour him; take heed of that; But Sir, fuch wanton, wild, and usual flips, As are companions noted and most known To youth and liberty. Rey. As gaming, my Lord----- Pal. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, Quarrelling, drabbing----- You may go fo far. Rey. My Lord, that would dishonour him. Pol. 'Faith no, as you may feason it in the charge; You must not put another scandal on him, (23) (23) You must not put another scandal on him,] I once fuf pected, and attempted to correct this passage. The old gentleman, 'tis plain, is of opinion, that to charge his fon with wenching would not dishonour him; confequently would be no feandal to him. Why then should he caution Reynoldo from putting another frandal on him? There can be no fecond scandal supposed, without a first implied. 00 this kind of reafoning, I propofed to correct; You must not put an utter scandal on him. |