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That youth and observation copied there;
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.
Ham. How say you then, would heart of man But you'll be secret----
Tonce think it? Bcth. Ay, by Heaven, my Lord.
Ham. There's ne'er a villain, dwelling in all But he's an arrant knave.
[ Deninark, Hor. There needs no ghost, my Lord, come from To tell us this.
[the grave Ham. Why, right, you are i' th' right;
T, And so without more circumstance at all, 1 hold it fit that we shake hands, and part; You, as your business and desires thall point you, (For every man has bufiness and defire, Such as it is) and for my own poor part,
Horr These are but wild and whirling words,
I will go pray.
Ham.. I'm sorry, they offend you, heartily; Yes, heartily.
Hor: There's no offence, my Lord.
Hun. Yes, by. St Patrick, but there is, my Lord,
Hor. What is't, my Lord?
Havi. Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground. Come hither, gentlemen, And lay your bands again upon my sword. Never to speak of this which you have heard, (21) Swear by my
fword. Ghoft. Swear by his sword. 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. (22) There are more things in beaven and earth,
Horatio, Than are dreamed of in your philosophy. But comes Here, as before, never, (so help you mercy!)
(21) Novit to speak of this that you have heard,
Swear by my sword.) This adjuration and the solemnity of killing Hamlet's fword, seems to be sneered at by Beaumont and Fletcher in their Kight of the Burning Pejile, where Ralph the grocer's 'prentice dismilles the barber in quiet, od certain terms agreed betwixt them; Ralph. I give thee mcrcy, but yet thou-thalt fucar
Upon my burning peile to perform
Thy promise uttered. Barb. I swear 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 1.acrecius, lib. i. V. 152.
Quod multa in terris fieri, coloque tuentur,
Polfient. I had amended and rectified the pointing of this whole speech in my Shake peare Restored, to which I defire for brevity's fake io sefer my readers. Mr Pope has thoughi fit to seform the whole, in his last edition, ag ceably to my dircctions there.
How strange or odd soe'er I hear myself,
swear, So grace
and mercy at your most need help you ! Swear.
Ham. Reft, rest, perturbed spirit. So, gentlemen,
SCENE, an Apartment in Polonius's House.
Enter POLONIUS and REYNOLDI.
Glve him this money, and those notes, Reynoldo.
Rey. I will, my Lord.
[noldo, Of his behaviour.
Rez. My Lord, I did intend it.
Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;
Pey. Ay, very well, my Lord.
Pol. And in part him----but you may fay,---not But if't be he I mean, he's
[well; Addicted fo and so----and there put on him What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank As may dishonour him; take heed of that; But Sir, such wanton, wild, and usual slips, As are companions noted and most kuiown To youth and liberty.
Rey. As gaming, my Lord-----
Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, Quarrelling, drabbing---- You may go so far.
Rey. My Lord, that would dishonour him.
Pot. 'Faith no, as you may feafon it in the charge; You must not put another scandal on him, (23)
(23) You must not put another scardel on him,) I once fufpeded, and attempted to correct this pafiage. Tlie old gentleman, 'tis plain, is of opision, that to charge his son with wenching would not difhonour him; consequently would be no scandal to him. Why then fliould he cautica Reynoldo from putting another fcandal on hin? There can be no second scandal supposed, without a first implied. Oa this kind of reasoning, I proposed to correct;
You must not put an ulter scandal cn him.