I'll go no farther. Whither wilt thou lead me?

Mark me.

I will.

I am thy father's spirit, doomed for a time

5.5695481To walk the night, and all the day

5.6696482Confined in flaming fire,

5.7697483Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature

5.8698484Are purged and burnt away.

Alas, poor ghost!

Nay, pity me not, but to my unfolding

5.11487Lend thy lis'tning ear. But that I am forbid

5.12699488To tell the secrets of my prison house,

5.13700489I would a tale unfold whose lightest word

5.14701490Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,

5.15702491Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,

5.16703492Thy knotted and combinèd locks to part,

5.17704493And each particular hair to stand on end

5.18705494Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.

5.19706495But this same blazon must not be, to ears of flesh and blood.

5.20707496Hamlet, if ever thou didst thy dear father love--

O God!

Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.

Murder!

Yea, murder in the highest degree,

5.25501As in the least 'tis bad,

5.26713502But mine most foul, beastly, and unnatural.

Haste me to know it, that with wings as swift as

5.28716504meditation, or the thought of it, may sweep to my revenge.

Oh, I find thee apt, and duller shouldst thou be

5.30719506Than the fat weed which roots itself in ease

5.31720507On Lethe wharf. Brief let me be.

5.32722508'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,

5.33723509A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark

5.34724510Is with a forgèd process of my death rankly abused.

5.35725511But know, thou noble youth: he that did sting

5.36726512Thy father's heart now wears his crown.

Oh, my prophetic soul, my uncle! My uncle!

Yea, he, that incestuous wretch, won to his will with gifts--

5.39731515Oh, wicked will and gifts that have the power

5.40732516So to seduce!--my most seeming virtuous Queen.

5.41739517But virtue, as it never will be moved,

5.42740518Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,

5.43741519So lust, though to a radiant angel linked,

5.44742520Would sate itself from a celestial bed

5.45521And prey on garbage. But soft, methinks

5.46743522I scent the mornings air. Brief let me be.

5.47744523Sleeping within my orchard, my custom always

5.48745524In the afternoon, upon my secure hour

5.49746525Thy uncle came, with juice of hebona

5.50747526In a vial, and through the porches of my ears

5.51748527Did pour the lep'rous distillment, whose effect

5.52750528Hold such an enmity with blood of man

5.53751529That swift as quicksilver it posteth through

5.54752530The natural gates and alleys of the body,

5.55753531And turns the thin and wholesome blood

5.56754532Like eager droppings into milk,

5.57756533And all my smooth body, barked and tettered over.

5.58759534Thus was I sleeping by a brother's hand

5.59760535Of crown, of queen, of life, of dignity

5.60536At once deprived, no reckoning made of,

5.61763537But sent unto my grave,

5.62764538With all my accompts and sins upon my head.

5.63765539Oh, horrible, most horrible!

O God!

If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not.

5.66769542But howsoever, let not thy heart

5.67770543Conspire against thy mother aught;

5.68771544Leave her to heaven,

5.69772545And to the burden that her conscience bears.

5.70774546I must be gone. The glow-worm shows the martin

5.71547To be near, and 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

5.72776548Hamlet, adieu, adieu, adieu! Remember me.

O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?

5.74778550And shall I couple hell? Remember thee?

5.75781551Yes, thou poor ghost. From the tables

5.76783552Of my memory I'll wipe away all saws of books,

5.77784553All trivial fond conceits

5.78786554That ever youth or else observance noted,

5.79787555And thy remembrance all alone shall sit.

5.80789556Yes, yes, by heaven, a damned pernicious villain,

5.81791557Murderous, bawdy, smiling, damnèd villain!

5.82792558My tables--meet it is I set it down,

5.83793559That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;

5.84794560At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark.

5.85795561So uncle, there you are, there you are.

5.86562Now to the words: it is "Adieu, adieu! Remember me."

5.87796563So 'tis enough. I have sworn.

My lord, my lord!

Lord Hamlet!

Ill, lo, lo, ho, ho!

Ill, lo, lo, so, ho, so, come boy, come!

Heavens secure him!

How is't, my noble lord?

What news, my lord?

Oh, wonderful, wonderful.

Good my lord, tell it.

No not I, you'll reveal it.

Not I, my lord, by heaven.

Nor I, my lord.

How say you then? Would heart of man

5.101577Once think it? But you'll be secret.

Ay, by heaven, my lord.

There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark

5.104815580But he's an arrant knave.

There need no ghost come from the grave to tell 817582you this.

Right, you are in the right, and therefore

5.108819584I hold it meet without more circumstance at all,

5.109820585We shake hands and part; you as your business

5.110821586And desires shall lead you--for look you,

5.111822587Every man hath business and desires, such

5.112823588As it is--and for my own poor part, I'll go pray.

These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.

I am sorry they offend you; heartily, yes, faith, heartily.

There's no offense, my lord.

Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,

5.117830593And much offense too. Touching this vision,

5.118831594It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you.

5.119832595For your desires to know what is between us,

5.120833596O'ermaster it as you may.

5.121597And now, kind friends, as you are friends,

5.122834598Scholars and gentlemen,

5.123835599Grant me one poor request.

What is't, my lord?

Never make known what you have seen tonight

My lord, we will not.

Nay, but swear.

In faith, my lord, not I.

Nor I, my lord, in faith.

Nay, upon my sword, indeed upon my sword.

Swear.

Ha, ha, come you here, this fellow in the cellerage,

5.133848610Here consent to swear.

Propose the oath, my lord.

Never to speak what you have seen tonight,

5.136851613Swear by my sword.

Swear.

Hic et ubique? Nay then, we'll shift our ground.

5.139854616Come hither, gentlemen, and lay your hands

5.140855617Again upon this sword, never to speak

5.141856618Of that which you have seen, swear by my sword.

Swear.

Well said, old mole. Canst work in the earth?

5.144621So fast, a worthy pioneer. Once more remove.

Day and night, but this is wondrous strange.

And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.

5.147863624There are more things in the heaven and earth, Horatio,

5.148864625Then are dreamt of in your philosophy.

5.149626But come here, as before, you never shall--

5.150866627How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,

5.151867628As I perchance hereafter shall think meet

5.152868629To put an antic disposition on--

5.153869630That you at such times seeing me never shall

5.154870631With arms encumb'red thus, or this headshake,

5.155871632Or by pronouncing some undoubtful phrase,

5.156872633As "Well, well, we know," or "We could an if we would,"

5.157873634Or "There be, an if they might," or such ambiguous

5.158874635Giving out, to note that you know aught of me:

5.159875636This not to do, so grace and mercy

5.160876637At your most need help you, swear.

Swear.

Rest, rest, perturbed spirit. So, gentlemen,

5.163880640In all my love I do commend me to you,

5.164881641And what so poor a man as Hamlet may

5.165882642To pleasure you, God willing shall not want.

5.166883643Nay, come, let's go together.

5.167884644But still your fingers on your lips, I pray.

5.168885645The time is out of joint. Oh, cursed spite,

5.169886646That ever I was born to set it right!

5.170887647Nay, come, let's go together.