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That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone thall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmixed with baser matter. Yes, by Heaven:
Oh most pernicious woman!
Oh villain, villain, smiling damned villain !
My tables ------meet it is I set it down,
That one may smile, and, smile, and be a villain ;
At least, I'm sure, it may be so in Denmark.

[Writing
So, uncle, there you are; now to my word;
It is, Adieu, adieu, remember me :
I've sworn it--....

Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.
Hor. My Lord, my Lord-
Mar. Lord Hamlet
Hor. Heaven secure him!
Mar. So be it.
Hor. Illo, ho, ho, my

Lord!
Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come, bird, come.
Mar. How is’t, my noble Lord?
Hor. What nows, my Lord ?
Ham. Oh, wonderful!
Hor. Good my Lord, tell it,
Ham. No, you'll reveal it.
Hor. Not I, my Lord, by Heaven.
Mar. Nor I, my Lord.

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.

my Lord.

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,
And much offence too. Touching this vifion here----
It is an honeft ghost, that let me tell you:
For your desire to know what is between us,
O’er-master it as you may. And now, good friendsy.
As you are friends, fcholars, 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 have sworn, my Lord, already.
Ham. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
· Ghost. Swear. [Ghost cries. under the Stages,
Ham. Ah, ha, boy, fay'it thou fo? art thou there,

truc-penny?
Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellarage.
Consent to swear.
Hor. Propose an oath, my

Lord.
Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seent):
Swcar by my sword.

Ghof. Swear.

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,
Qucrum operum caujas nulla ratione viiere

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,
(As I, perchance, hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic difpofition on;)
That you, at such time seeing me, never shall,
With arms encumbered thus, or this head-thake,
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
As, well--we know--or, we could, and if we would--
Or, if we lift to speak---or, there be, and if there

might------
(Or such ambiguous giving out) denote
That

you
know aught of me; this do

ye

swear, So grace

and mercy at your most need help you ! Swear.

Cholt. Swear.

Ham. Reft, rest, perturbed spirit. So, gentlemen,
With all my love do I 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.

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'ACT

II.

SCENE, an Apartment in Polonius's House.

Enter POLONIUS and REYNOLDI.

POLONIUS.

Glve him this money, and those notes, Reynoldo.

Rey. I will, my Lord.
Pol. You shall do marvelous wisely, good Rey.
Before you visit him, to make enquiry

[noldo, Of his behaviour.

Rez. My Lord, I did intend it.
Pol. Marry, well faid; very well said. Look

you, Sir,

Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;
And how, and who, what means, and where they

keep,
What company, at what expence; and finding,
By this encompassment and drift of question,
That they do know my son, come you more near ;
Then your particular demands will touch it;
Take you, as 'twere, some disant knowledge of him,
As thus I know his father and his friends,
And in part him-Do you mark this, Reynoldo?

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)

very wild;

(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.

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