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Damn those stupid fellows. Horatio, here am 1.-Hollo, Marcellus.
Enter Horatio and MARCELLUS.
How is't, my Lord ?-What news ? —What said the Ghost ?
That's as he pleases. So good night-but ho!
[They swear again.
I'm your man.
An Apartment in POLONIUS's House.
Enter POLONIUS, meeting OPHELIA.
Opbelia. I've had a precious fright.
Pray tell me how.
My Lord, you must know,
A few minutes ago,
Now conceive my alarm,
When (not dreaming of harm)
I thought 'twas Old Scratch,
So I fasten'd the latch,
But whilst my needle I was threading,
Lord Hamlet popp'd his head inFor, d’ye mind, he kick'd open the door.
His doublet unbrac'd,
Was slung round his waist,
He was pale as a sheet,
And could scarce keep his feet :Thus he came in, and star'd like a goose !
He took hold of my wrist,
And gave it a twist
He then began to quiz,
As tho' he meant to draw my phiz; And then gave me a terrible shake.
Next so sadly he sigh'd,
Lord ! I thought he'd have died ! Then he thrice up and down shook his noddle.
After treating me so,
He thought fit to let me go;
'Twas a chance he didn't fall
Over bannisters and all,
To my utter surprize,
He found his way without his eyes, To the last they were bent upon me.
Aye! that hath made him mad—I do not doubt it.
Enter King, Queen, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN.
often hath he wish'd to meet you;