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But soft, me thinkes I sent the Mornings Ayre;
Briefe let me be: Sleeping within mine Orchard,
My custome alwayes in the afternoone;
Vpon my secure hower thy Vncle stole
With iuyce of cursed Hebenon in a Violl,
And in the Porches of mine eares did poure
The leaperous Distilment; whose effect
Holds such an enmity with bloud of Man,
That swift as Quick-siluer, it courses through
The naturall Gates and Allies of the Body;
And with a sodaine vigour it doth posset
And curd, like Aygre droppings into Milke,
The thin and wholsome 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 Brothers hand,
Of Life, of Crowne, and Queene at once dispatcht;
Cut off euen in the Blossomes of my Sinne,
Vnhouzzled, disappointed, vnnaneld,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head;
Oh horrible, Oh horrible, most horrible:
If thou hast nature in thee beare it not;
Let not the Royall Bed of Denmarke be
A Couch for Luxury and damned Incest.
But howsoeuer thou pursuest this Act,
Taint not thy mind; nor let thy Soule contriue
Against thy Mother ought; leaue her to heauen,
And to those Thornes that in her bosome lodge,
To pricke and sting her. Fare thee well at once;
The Glow-worme showes the Matine to be neere.
And gins to pale his vneffectuall Fire:
Exit.Adue, adue, Hamlet: remember me.

Ham
Oh all you host of Heauen! Oh Earth; what els?
And shall I couple Hell? Oh fie: hold my heart;
And you my sinnewes, grow not instant Old;
But beare me stiffely vp: Remember thee?
I, thou poore Ghost, while memory holds a seate
In this distracted Globe: Remember thee?
Yea, from the Table of my Memory,
Ile wipe away all triuiall fond Records,
All sawes of Bookes, all formes, all presures past.
That youth and obseruation coppied there;
And thy Commandment all alone shall liue
Within the Booke and Volume of my Braine,
Vnmixt with baser matter; yes, yes, by Heauen:
Oh most pernicious woman!
Oh Villaine, Villaine, smiling damned Villaine!
My Tables, my Tablet; meet it is I set it downe,
That one may smile, and smile and be a Villaine!
At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmarke;
So Vnckle there you are: now to my word;
It is; Adue, Adue, Remember me: I haue sworn't.

Hor. & Mar. within.
My Lord, my Lord,

Enter Horatia And Marcellus

Mar.
Lord Hamlet.

Hor.
Heauen secure him.

Mar.
So be it.'

Hor.
Illo, ho, ho, my Lord.'

Ham.
Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come bird, come.

Mar.
How ist't my Noble Lord?

Hor.
What newes, my Lord?

Ham.
Oh wonderful!

Hor.
Good my Lord tell it.

Ham.
No you'l reueale it.

Hor.
Not I, my Lord, by Heauen.

Mar.
Nor I, my Lord.

Ham.
How say you then, would heart of man once think it?
But you'l be secret?

Both.
I, by Heau'n, my Lord.

Ham.
There's nere a villaine dwelling in all Denmarke
But hee's an arrant knaue.

Hor.
There needs no Ghost my Lord, come from the
Graue, to tell vs this.

Ham.
Why right, you are i'th'right;
And so, without more circumstance at all,
I hold it fit that we shake hands and part;
You,as your busines and desires shall point you:
For euery man ha's businesse and desire,
Such as it is; and for mine owne poore part,
Looke you, Ile goe 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 Saint Patricke, but there is my Lord,
And much offence too, touching this Vision heere:
It is an honest Ghost, that let me tell you:
For your desire to know what is betweene vs,
O'remaster't as you may. And now good friends,
As you are Friends, Schollers and Soldiers.
Giue me one poore request.

Hor.
What is't my Lord? we will.

Ham.
Neuer make known what you haue 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.
Vpon my sword.

Marcell.
We haue sworne my Lord already.

Ham.
Indeed, vpon my sword Indeed.

Gho.
Ghost cries vnder the Stage.Sweare.

Ham.
Ah ha boy, sayest thou so. Art thou there true-penny?
Come one you here this fellow in the selleredge
Consent to sweare.

Hor.
Propose the Oath my Lord.

Ham.
Neuer to speake of this that you haue seene.
Sweare by my sword.

Gho.
Sweare.

Ham.
Hic & vbique? Then wee'l shift for grownd.
Come hither Gentlemen,
And lay your hands againe vpon my sword,
Neuer to speake of this that you haue heard:
Sweareby my Sword.

Gho.
Sweare.

Ham.
Well said old Mole, can'st worke i'th'ground so fast?
A worthy Pioner, once more remoue good friends.

Hor.
Oh day and night: but this is wondrous strange.

Ham.
And therefore as a stranger giue it welcome.
There are more things in Heauen and Earth, Horatio,
Then are dream't of in our Philosophy. But come,
Here as before, neuer so helpe you mercy,
How strange or odde so ere I beare my selfe;
(As I perchance heereafter shall thinke meet
To put an Anticke disposition on :)
That you at such time seeing me, neuer shall
With Armes encombred thus, or thus, head shake;
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful! Phrase;
As well, we know, or we could and if we would,
Or if we lift to speake; or there be and if there might,
Or such ambiguous giuing out to note,

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