Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
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The Tragedie of Hamlet
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Ghost cries vnder the Stage.
Ghost. Sweare.
¶Come on, you heare this fellowe in the Sellerige,
¶Sweare by my sword.
¶Ghost. Sweare.
¶Come hether Gentlemen
855And lay your hands againe vpon my sword,
¶Sweare by my sword
¶Neuer to speake of this that you haue heard.
860A worthy Pioner, once more remooue good friends.
¶There are more things in heauen and earth Horatio
¶Then are dream't of in your philosophie, but come
865Heere as before, neuer so helpe you mercy,
¶As I perchance heereafter shall thinke meet,
870With armes incombred thus, or this head shake,
¶As well, well, we knowe, or we could and if we would,
¶Or such ambiguous giuing out, to note)
875That you knowe ought of me, this doe sweare,
¶So grace and mercy at your most neede helpe you.
¶Ghost. Sweare.
880Withall my loue I doe commend me to you,
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