The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, Ham. Hold, hold, my heart : I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past Hor. [Within.] My lord, my lord, Mar. [Within.] Lord Hamlet, Hor. [Within.] Ham. [Exit. Heaven secure him! So be it. Mar. [Within.] Illo, ho, ho, my lord! Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come. Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS. 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 lord. Ham. There's ne'er a villain, dwelling in all Denmark, 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 hath business, and desire, Such as it is, and for my own poor part, Look you, I will go pray. Hor. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord. 'Faith, heartily. Hor. There's no offence, my lord. Ham. Yes, by St. Patrick, but there is, Horatio, Give me one poor request. Hor. We will. What is't, my lord? Ham. Never make known what you have seen to-night. Hor. Mar. My lord, we will not. Ham. Hor. Propose the oath, my lord. Nay, but swear't. Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen, Swear by my sword. Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. 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 your philosophy. But come; myself. Here, as before, never, SO help you mercy! That you, at such times seeing me, never shall Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, As, Well, well, we know;-or, We could, and if we would;-on, Or such ambiguous giving out, to note That you know aught of me:- This do you swear, Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen, With all my love I do commend me to you: May do, to express his love and friending to you, And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. The time is out of joint; - cursed spite! That ever I was born to set it right! Nay, come, let's go together. [Exeunt ACT II. SCENE I. Hamlet ha. 10w put on his counterfeit madness. He visits Ophelia in this " antio guise," and the affrighted maiden narrates to her father the circumstances attending nis visit. OPHELIA. POLONIUS. Poi. How now, Ophelia? what's the matter? Oph. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted! Pol. With what, in the name of heaven. Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; He comes before me. Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard; Then goes he to the length of all his arm; And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face, As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so; Pol. Come, go with me; I will go seek the king. Oph. No, my good lord; but, as you did command, His access to me. Pol. That hath made him mad. Come, go we to the king: This must be known; which, being kept close, might move More grief to hide, than hate to utter love. SCENE II. - A Room in the Castle. [Exeunt. Enter KING, QUEEN, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and Attendants. King. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern ! Moreover that we much did long to see you, The need, we have to use you, did provoke Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you; As fits a king's remembrance. Ros. Both your majesties Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Than to entreaty. Guil. But we both obey; And here give up ourselves, in the full bent, To lay our service freely at your feet, To be commanded. King. Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle Guildenstern. Queen. And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed son. -Go, some of you, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and some Attendants. Enter POLONIUS. Pol. I now do think, (or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy so sure King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear. What majesty should be, what duty is, Queen. More matter, with less art. Pol. Madam, I swear, I use no art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true, 'tis pity; And pity tis, 'tis true: a foolish figure; But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then and now remains, Or, rather say, the cause of this defect; I have a daughter; have, while she is mine; Hath given me this: Now gather, and surmise. -To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia,-That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; beautified is a vile phrase; but you shall hear.--Thus : In her excellent white bosom, these, &c. Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her? Pol. Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful. [Reads. Doubt thou, the stars are fire; Doubt, that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt, I love. O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not art to reckon my groans: but that I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu. Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, Hamlet, This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me: And more above, hath his solicitings, As they fell out by time, by means, and place, All given to mine ear. King. Receiv'd his love? Pol. But how hath she What do you think of me? King. As of a man faithful and honorable. Pol. I would fain prove so. But what might you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing, Before my daughter told me,) what might you, Or given my heart a working, mute and dumb, This must not be and then I precepts gave her, |