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Damn those stupid fellows. Horatio, here am 1.—Hollo, Marcellus.
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
Marcellus. How is't, my Lord ?-What news ?-What said the Ghost ?
[They swear again.
I'm your man.
An Apartment in Polonius's House.
Enter Polonius, meeting OPHELIA.
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 unbracid,
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, For I vow not a step could he see ;
To my utter surprize,
He found his way without his eyes,To the last they were bent upon me.
Enter King, Queen, RoSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN.
Welcome, dear Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern :