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Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ;
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular bair to stand an end,
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine ;
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood :-List, Hamlet, O list !
If thou didst ever thy dear father love,-

Ham. O heaven!
Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther.
Ham. Murther ?
Ghost. Murther most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Ham. Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as

swift
As meditation, or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
Ghost.

o I find thee apt ;
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now Hamlet, hear :
'T is given out, that sleeping in mine orchard,
A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abus'd: but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father's life,
Now wears his crown.

Ham. O my prophetic soul! mine uncle !

Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,
(O wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power
Šo to seduce !) won to his shameful lust
The will of my most seeming virtuous queen :
0, Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
From me, whose love was of that dignity,
That it went hand in hand even with the vow
I made to her in marriage; and to decline
Upon a wretch, whose natural gifts were poor

To those of mine!
But virtue, as it never will be mov'd,
Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven ;
So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
And prey on garbage.
But soft! methinks, I scent the morning's air ;
Brief let me be :-Sleeping within mine orchard,
My custom always in the afternoon,
Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
And in the porches of mine ears did pour
The leperous distilment; whose effect
Holds such an enmity with blood of man,
That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through
The natural gates and alleys of the body;
And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset
And curd, like aigre droppings into milk,
The thin and wholesome blood : so did it mine;
And a most instant tetter bak'd about,
Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
All my smooth body.
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand,
Of life, of crown, and queen, at once despatch'd ;
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousel'd, disappointed, unaneld; &
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head :
0, horrible! 0, horrible! most horrible!
If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not ;
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
A couch for luxury and damned incest.

a These words describe the last offices which were performed to the dying. To housel, is to “minister the communion to one who lyeth on his death-bed.” Disappointed, is, not appointed, not prepared. Unaneld, is, without the administration of extreme unction, which was called anoiling.

VOL. VII.

But, howsoever thou pursu'st this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven,
And to those thorns that in her hosom lodge,
To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
The glow worm shows the matin to be near,
And ’gins to pale his uneffectual fire :
Adieu, adieu, Hamlet! remember me. [Exit.
Ham. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What

else?
And shall I couple hell ?-O fye!-Hold, my heart;
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
But bear me stiffly up! - Remember thee ?
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee?
Yea, from the table of my memory
I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix'd with baser matter : yes, yes, by heaven.
O most pernicious woman!
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain !
My tables, 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 have sworn 't.

Hor. [Within.] My lord, my lord,
Mar. T Within. Lord Hamlet,-
Hor. Within. T

Heaven secure him!
Mar. (Within.

So be it !
Hor. (Within. Illo, ho, ho, my lord !
Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, hoy ! come, bird, come.

Enter Horatio and MARCELLUS.
Mar. How is ’t, my noble lord ?
Hor.

What news, my lord?
Ham. 0, 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 once

think it?
But you 'll be secret, -

Hor., Mar. Ay, by heaven, my Jord.
Ham. There 's ne'er a villain, dwelling in all Den-

mark, But he's an arrant knave. Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the

grave, To tell us this.

Ham. Why, right; you are in the right:
And so, without more circumstance at all,
I hold it fit that we shake hands, and part;
You, as your business and desire shall point you-
For every man has business and desire,
Such as it is, and for mine own poor part,
Look you, I'll go pray.
Hor. These are but wild and hurling words, my

lord.
Ham. I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;
Yes, 'faith, heartily.
Hor.

There's no offence, my lord.
Ham. Yes, by St. Patrick, but there is, my lord.
And much offence too, touching this vision here.
It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you ;
For your desire to know what is between us,
O'ermaster it as you may. And now, good friends,

As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers,
Give me one poor request.
Hor.

What is ’t, my lord ?
We will.

Ham. Never make known what you have seen to-night.
Hor., Mar. My lord, we will not.
Нат.

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. [Beneath.] Swear.
Ham. Ha, ha, boy! say'st thou so ? art thou there,

truepenny
Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellarage,-
Consent to swear.
Hor.

Propose the oath, my lord.
Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen.
Swear by my sword.

Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear.

Ham. Hic et ubique ? then we 'll shift our ground:-
Come hither, gentlemen,
And lay your hands again upon my sword :
Never to speak of this that you have heard,
Swear by my sword.

Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear.
Ham. Well said, old mole! can’st work i' the ground

so fast? A worthy pioneer !-Once more remove, good friends.

Hor. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!

Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in our philosophy. But come; Here, as before, never, so help you mercy!

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