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He'll Airt with any wench in town, then leave her;
For know, that Hamlet is a gay deceiver.
She sports her figure quite enough (take note)
Who wears a flannel under-petticoat (b).

Ophelia.
I take the hint: but do not, good my brother,
Shew me one road, and go yourself another :
Like our good priest, who, whilst our sports retrenching,
Himself goes nightly round the village wenching.

Laertes. O, fear me not; I hope you do not doubt me.But I must run for't, or they'll sail without me. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.

The Platform.
Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus.

Ilamlet.
Jack Frost is gadding (1)—it is very cold.

Horatio.
Why, any fool, methinks, might that have told. (Aside.)

: Hamlet. What is't o'clock?

Horatio.
Half past eleven at most.-

Marcellus.
My watch says twelve (k).

Horatio.
But see! here comes the ghost !

Enter Ghost.

Hamlet.
Zounds! here's a pretty rig! (1) O Lord, defend us !
Prythee no more such frightful spectres send us !
Be thou a jovial sprite or goblin damn'd;
Be thou or ether-puff'd or sulphur-cramm'd;
Be thy intents indiff'rent, good, or bad,
I'll speak to thee, thou look'st so like my dad.
In a trim grave so snugly wast thou lain,
Say what the devil brought thee out again?
I like a joke myself; but 'tis not right
To come and frighten us to death at night.
Say, why is this? and straight the reason tell us,
For fright'ning me, Horatio, and Marcellus.-

Horatio.
He'd have a tête-à-tête with you—alone.

Hamlet.
Would he ?-Here goes then—now, my cock, lead on!

Marcellus.
You shall not go.

Horatio.
Perhaps he means to kill you.

Hamlet. You'd better hold your jaw (m),—be quiet, will you ?

Horatio. Now blow me if you go.

Hamlet,

My fate cries out
And gives me pluck—so mind what you're about.

Still am I call'd-paws off (1)—the time we're wasting-
Come, brush; or else I'll give you both a basting.

[Breaking from them. Hop off, I say! (To Ghost) Lead on; I'll quickly

follow. (To Hor, and Mar.) Wait here; and if I want ye, lads, I'll hollo.

[Exeunt Ghost and Ham.

Hor. and Mar.

SCENE IV.

A remote Part of the Platform.

Enter Ghost and Hamlet.

Hamlet.
Hollo, you Sir! Where is't you mean to go?
I'll go no further.

Ghost.
You had better.

Hamlet.

No!

Gbost.
Then hold your gab (e), and hear what I've to tell ;
I'm press'd for time—we keep good hours in h-11.
Soon must I go and have another roast;
So pray attend to me.

Hamlet.
Alas, poor Ghost !

SONG.–Ghost.

(Tune-"Giles Scroggins' Ghost.")

Behold in me your father's sprite,

Ri tol tiddy tol de ray,
Doom'd for a term to walk the night,

Tiddy, riddy, &c.
You'll scarce believe me when I say,
That I'm bound to fast in fires all day,
Till my crimes are burnt and purg'd away.

Ri tol tiddy, &c.

But that I am forbid to blow, (o)

Ri tol tiddy, &c.
The dreadful secrets which I know,

Tiddy, tiddy, &c.
I could such a dismal tale unfold,
As would make your precious blood run cold !
But, ah! those things must not be told.

Ri tol tiddy, &c.

Your father suddenly you missid,

Ri tol tiddy, &c.
I'll tell you how :—List! list! O list!

Tiddy, tiddy, &c.
'Twas given out to all the town,
That a serpent pull’d your father down-
But now that serpent wears his crown.

Ri tol tiddy, & c.
Your uncle is the man I mean,

Ri tol tiddy, &c.
That diddled (9) me out of my crown and my queen.-

Tiddy, tiddy, &c.

O what a falling off was there!
But brief let me be, I must back repair,
For methinks I scent the morning air.

Ri tol tiddy, c.

One afternoon, as was my use,

Ri tol tiddy, &c.
I went to my orchard to take a snooze;

Tiddy, tiddy, &c.
When your uncle into my ear did pour
A bottle of cursed hellebore !
How little did I think I should wake no more !

Ri tol tiddy, ģc.

Doom'd by a brother's hand was I,

Ri tol tiddy, &c.
To lose my crown, my wife,-to die.

Tiddy, tiddy, &c.
I should like to have settled my worldly affairs,
But the rascal came on so unawares,
That I hadn't even time to say my pray'rs.

Ri tol tiddy, &c.

Torment your uncle for my sake

Ri tol tiddy, &c.
Let him never be at peace, asleep or awake.

Tiddy, tiddy, &c.
Your mother's plague let her conscience be-
But I must be off for the day-light I see.-
Adieu, adieu, adieu ! Remember me !
Ri col tiddy, &c.

[The Ghost vanishes.

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