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                         think it? —

But you'll be secret?

Horatio and Marcellus

Ay, by heaven, my lord.

Hamlet

There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark

But he's an arrant knave.

Horatio

There needs no ghost, my lord, come from

                         the grave

To tell us this.

Hamlet

Why, right; you are i' 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'll go pray.

Horatio

These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.

Hamlet

I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;

Yes faith, heartily.

Horatio

There's no offence, my lord.

Hamlet

Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,

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't as you may. And now, good friends,

As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers,

Give me one poor request.

Horatio

What is't, my lord? We will.

Hamlet

Never make known what you have seen tonight.

Horatio and Marcellus

My lord, we will not.

Hamlet

Nay, but swear't.

Horatio

In faith, my lord, not I.

Marcellus

Nor I, my lord, in faith.

Hamlet

Upon my sword.

Marcellus

We have sworn, my lord, already.

Hamlet

Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.

Ghost

[Cries under the stage]

Swear.

Hamlet

Ha, ha boy, sayst thou so? Art thou there,

                         truepenny?

Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellarage.

Consent to swear.

Horatio

Propose the oath, my lord.

Hamlet

Never to speak of this that you have seen.

Swear by my sword.

Ghost

[Beneath]

Swear.

Hamlet

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.

Hamlet

Well said, old mole! Canst work i' th'earth so fast?

A worthy pioner! Once more remove,

                         good friends.

Horatio

O day and night, but this is wondrous strange.