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SCENE V. Another part of the platform.
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Enter GHOST and HAMLET
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HAMLET
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Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.
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Ghost
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Mark me.
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HAMLET
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I will.
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Ghost
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My hour is almost come,
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When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
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Must render up myself.
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HAMLET
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Alas, poor ghost!
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Ghost
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Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
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To what I shall unfold.
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HAMLET
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Speak; I am bound to hear.
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Ghost
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So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
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HAMLET
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What?
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Ghost
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I am thy father's spirit,
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Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
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And for the day confined to fast in fires,
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Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
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Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
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To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
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I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
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Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
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Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
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Thy knotted and combined locks to part
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And each particular hair to stand on end,
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Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:
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But this eternal blazon must not be
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To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
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If thou didst ever thy dear father love--
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HAMLET
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O God!
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Ghost
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Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
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HAMLET
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Murder!
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Ghost
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Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
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But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
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HAMLET
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Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
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As meditation or the thoughts of love,
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May sweep to my revenge.
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Ghost
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I find thee apt;
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And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
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That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
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Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
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'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
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A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
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Is by a forged process of my death
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Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,
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The serpent that did sting thy father's life
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Now wears his crown.
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HAMLET
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O my prophetic soul! My uncle!
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Ghost
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Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
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With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,--
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O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
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So to seduce!--won to his shameful lust
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The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:
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O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
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From me, whose love was of that dignity
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That it went hand in hand even with the vow
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I made to her in marriage, and to decline
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Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
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To those of mine!
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But virtue, as it never will be moved,
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Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
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So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
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Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
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And prey on garbage.
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But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
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Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
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My custom always of the afternoon,
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Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
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With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
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And in the porches of my ears did pour
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The leperous distilment; whose effect
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Holds such an enmity with blood of man
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That swift as quicksilver it courses through
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The natural gates and alleys of the body,
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And with a sudden vigour doth posset
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And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
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The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
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And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
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Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
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All my smooth body.
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Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
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Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd:
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Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
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Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,
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No reckoning made, but sent to my account
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With all my imperfections on my head:
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O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
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If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
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Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
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A couch for luxury and damned incest.
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But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
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Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
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Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven
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And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
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To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
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The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
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And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
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Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.
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Exit
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HAMLET
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O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?
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And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;
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And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
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But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!
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Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
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In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
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Yea, from the table of my memory
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I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
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All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
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That youth and observation copied there;
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And thy commandment all alone shall live
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Within the book and volume of my brain,
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Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
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O most pernicious woman!
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O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
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My tables,--meet it is I set it down,
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That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
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At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark:
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Writing
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So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
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It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.'
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I have sworn 't.
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MARCELLUS HORATIO
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[Within] My lord, my lord,--
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MARCELLUS
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[Within] Lord Hamlet,--
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HORATIO
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[Within] Heaven secure him!
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HAMLET
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So be it!
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HORATIO
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[Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!
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HAMLET
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Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.
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Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS
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MARCELLUS
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How is't, my noble lord?
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HORATIO
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What news, my lord?
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HAMLET
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O, wonderful!
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HORATIO
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Good my lord, tell it.
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HAMLET
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No; you'll reveal it.
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HORATIO
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Not I, my lord, by heaven.
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MARCELLUS
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Nor I, my lord.
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HAMLET
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How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?
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But you'll be secret?
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HORATIO MARCELLUS
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Ay, by heaven, my lord.
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HAMLET
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There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
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But he's an arrant knave.
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HORATIO
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There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
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To tell us this.
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HAMLET
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Why, right; you are i' the right;
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And so, without more circumstance at all,
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I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:
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You, as your business and desire shall point you;
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For every man has business and desire,
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Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,
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Look you, I'll go pray.
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HORATIO
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These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
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HAMLET
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I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;
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Yes, 'faith heartily.
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HORATIO
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There's no offence, my lord.
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HAMLET
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Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
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And much offence too. Touching this vision here,
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It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you:
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For your desire to know what is between us,
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O'ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends,
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As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,
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Give me one poor request.
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HORATIO
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What is't, my lord? we will.
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HAMLET
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Never make known what you have seen to-night.
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HORATIO MARCELLUS
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My lord, we will not.
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HAMLET
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Nay, but swear't.
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HORATIO
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In faith,
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My lord, not I.
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MARCELLUS
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Nor I, my lord, in faith.
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HAMLET
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Upon my sword.
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MARCELLUS
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We have sworn, my lord, already.
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HAMLET
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Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
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Ghost
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[Beneath] Swear.
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HAMLET
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Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there,
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truepenny?
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Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage--
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Consent to swear.
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HORATIO
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Propose the oath, my lord.
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HAMLET
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Never to speak of this that you have seen,
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Swear by my sword.
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Ghost
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[Beneath] Swear.
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HAMLET
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Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground.
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Come hither, gentlemen,
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And lay your hands again upon my sword:
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Never to speak of this that you have heard,
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Swear by my sword.
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Ghost
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[Beneath] Swear.
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HAMLET
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Well said, old mole! canst work i' the earth so fast?
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A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.
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HORATIO
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O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
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HAMLET
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And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
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Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come;
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Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
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How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,
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As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
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To put an antic disposition on,
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That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
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With arms encumber'd thus, or this headshake,
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Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
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As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,'
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Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,'
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Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
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That you know aught of me: this not to do,
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So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.
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Ghost
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[Beneath] Swear.
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HAMLET
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Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
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They swear
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So, gentlemen,
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With all my love I do commend me to you:
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And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
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May do, to express his love and friending to you,
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God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
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And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
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The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
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That ever I was born to set it right!
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Nay, come, let's go together.
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Exeunt
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