Hor.
My lord, my lord.

Mar.
Lord Hamlet.

Hor.
Heav'n secure him.

Mar.
So be it.

Hor.
Illo, ho, ho, my lord.

Ham.
Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come boy, 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 heav'n.

Mar.
Nor I, my lord.

Ham.
How say you then, would heart of man once think it?
But you'll be secret?—

Both.
Ay, by heav'n, my lord.

Ham.
There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark,
But he is an arrant knave.

Hor.
There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.

Ham.
Why right, you are i'th' right;
And so without more circumstance at all,
I hold it fit that we shake hands, and part;
You as your business and desires shall point you,
(For every man has business and desire,
Such as it is) and for my own poor part,
I will go pray.

Hor.
These are but wild and hurling words, my lord.

Ham.
I'm sorry 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 vision here—
It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you:
For your desire to know what is between us,
O'er-master'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?

Ham.
Never make known what you have seen to-night.

Both.
My lord, we will not.

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've sworn, my lord, already.

Ham.
Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.

Ghost.
Swear. [Ghost cries under the stage.

Ham.
Ah ha boy, say'st thou so; art thou there truepenny?
Come on, you hear this fellow in the celleridge.
Consent to swear.

Hor.
Propose the oath, my lord.

Ham.
Never to speak of this that you have seen,
Swear by my sword.

Ghost.
Swear.

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 which you have heard,
Swear by my sword.

Ghost.
Swear.

Ham.
Well said, old mole, can'st work i'th' ground so 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.
There are more things in heav'n and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come,
Here as before, never so help you mercy,
(How strange or odd soe'er I bear my self,
As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antick disposition on)
That you at such time seeing me, never shall
With arms encumbred 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 there might—
Or such ambiguous giving out to note,
That you know ought of me; this do ye swear.
So grace and mercy at your most need help you.
Swear.

Ghost.
Swear.

Ham.
Rest, rest, perturbed spirit. So, gentlemen,
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.
The time is out of joint; oh cursed spight,
That ever I was born to set it right.
Nay, come, let's go together. [Exeunt.

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