743But soft, me thinkes I sent the Mornings Ayre;

744Briefe let me be: Sleeping within mine Orchard,

745My custome alwayes in the afternoone;

746Vpon my secure hower thy Vncle stole

747With iuyce of cursed Hebenon in a Violl,

748And in the Porches of mine eares did poure

749The leaperous Distilment; whose effect

750Holds such an enmity with bloud of Man,

751That swift as Quick-siluer, it courses through

752The naturall Gates and Allies of the Body;

753And with a sodaine vigour it doth posset

754And curd, like Aygre droppings into Milke,

755The thin and wholsome blood: so did it mine;

756And a most instant Tetter bak'd about,

757Most Lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,

758All my smooth Body.

759Thus was I, sleeping, by a Brothers hand,

760Of Life, of Crowne, and Queene at once dispatcht;

761Cut off euen in the Blossomes of my Sinne,

762Vnhouzzled, disappointed, vnnaneld,

763No reckoning made, but sent to my account

764With all my imperfections on my head;

765Oh horrible, Oh horrible, most horrible:

766If thou hast nature in thee beare it not;

767Let not the Royall Bed of Denmarke be

768A Couch for Luxury and damned Incest.

769But howsoeuer thou pursuest this Act,

770Taint not thy mind; nor let thy Soule contriue

771Against thy Mother ought; leaue her to heauen,

772And to those Thornes that in her bosome lodge,

773To pricke and sting her. Fare thee well at once;

774The Glow-worme showes the Matine to be neere,

775And gins to pale his vneffectuall Fire:

776Adue, adue, Hamlet: remember me. Exit.

777Ham. Oh all you host of Heauen! Oh Earth; what els?

778And shall I couple Hell? Oh fie: hold my heart;

779And you my sinnewes, grow not instant Old;

780But beare me stiffely vp: Remember thee?

781I, thou poore Ghost, while memory holds a seate

782In this distracted Globe: Remember thee?

783Yea, from the Table of my Memory,

784Ile wipe away all triuiall fond Records,

785All sawes of Bookes, all formes, all presures past,

786That youth and obseruation coppied there;

787And thy Commandment all alone shall liue

788Within the Booke and Volume of my Braine,

789Vnmixt with baser matter; yes, yes, by Heauen:

790Oh most pernicious woman!

791Oh Villaine, Villaine, smiling damned Villaine!

792My Tables, my Tables; meet it is I set it downe,

793That one may smile, and smile and be a Villaine;

794At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmarke;

795So Vnckle there you are: now to my word;

796It is; Adue, Adue, Remember me: I haue sworn't.

797Hor. & Mar. within. My Lord, my Lord.

799Mar. Lord Hamlet.

800Hor. Heauen secure him.

801Mar. So be it.

802Hor. Illo, ho, ho, my Lord.

803Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come bird, come.

804Mar. How ist't my Noble Lord?

805Hor. What newes, my Lord?

806Ham. Oh wonderfull!

807Hor. Good my Lord tell it.

808Ham. No you'l reueale it.

809Hor. Not I, my Lord, by Heauen.

810Mar. Nor I, my Lord.

811Ham. How say you then, would heart of man once (think it?

812But you'l be secret?

813Both. I, by Heau'n, my Lord.

814Ham. There's nere a villaine dwelling in all Denmarke

815But hee's an arrant knaue.

816Hor. There needs no Ghost my Lord, come from the

817Graue, to tell vs this.

818Ham. Why right, you are i'th' right;

819And so, without more circumstance at all,

820I hold it fit that we shake hands, and part:

821You, as your busines and desires shall point you:

822For euery man ha's businesse and desire,

823Such as it is: and for mine owne poore part,

824Looke you, Ile goe pray.

825Hor. These are but wild and hurling words, my Lord.

826Ham. I'm sorry they offend you heartily:

827Yes faith, heartily.

828Hor. There's no offence my Lord.

829Ham. Yes, by Saint Patricke, but there is my Lord,

830And much offence too, touching this Vision heere:

831It is an honest Ghost, that let me tell you:

832For your desire to know what is betweene vs,

833O'remaster't as you may. And now good friends,

834As you are Friends, Schollers and Soldiers,

835Giue me one poore request.

836Hor. What is't my Lord? we will.

837Ham. Neuer make known what you haue seen to night.

838Both. My Lord, we will not.

839Ham. Nay, but swear't.

840Hor. Infaith my Lord, not I.

841Mar. Nor I my Lord: in faith.

842Ham. Vpon my sword.

843Marcell. We haue sworne my Lord already.

844Ham. Indeed, vpon my sword, Indeed.

845Gho. Sweare. Ghost cries vnder the Stage.

846Ham. Ah ha boy, sayest thou so. Art thou there true-

847penny? Come one you here this fellow in the selleredge

848Consent to sweare.

849Hor. Propose the Oath my Lord.

850Ham. Neuer to speake of this that you haue seene.

851Sweare by my sword.

852Gho. Sweare.

853Ham. Hic & vbique? Then wee'l shift for grownd,

854Come hither Gentlemen,

855And lay your hands againe vpon my sword,

856Neuer to speake of this that you haue heard:

857Sweare by my Sword.

858Gho. Sweare.

859Ham. Well said old Mole, can'st worke i'th' ground so (fast?

860A worthy Pioner, once more remoue good friends.

861Hor. Oh day and night: but this is wondrous strange.

862Ham. And therefore as a stranger giue it welcome.

863There are more things in Heauen and Earth, Horatio,

864Then are dream't of in our Philosophy. But come,

865Here as before, neuer so helpe you mercy,

866How strange or odde so ere I beare my selfe;

867(As I perchance heereafter shall thinke meet

868To put an Anticke disposition on:)

869That you at such time seeing me, neuer shall

870With Armes encombred thus, or thus, head shake;

871Or by pronouncing of some doubtfull Phrase;

872As well, we know, or we could and if we would,

873Or if we list to speake; or there be and if there might,

874Or such ambiguous giuing out to note,