He'll flirt with any wench in town, then leave her; Ophelia. I take the hint: but do not, good my brother, Like our good priest, who, whilst our sports retrenching, Laertes. O, fear me not; I hope you do not doubt me.- SCENE III. The Platform. [Exeunt. Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS. Ilamlet. Jack Frost is gadding (i)—it is very cold. Horatio. Why, any fool, methinks, might that have told. (Aside.) What is't o'clock? Hamlet. 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! (7) O Lord, defend us! To come and frighten us to death at night. Horatio. He'd have a tête-à-tête with you-alone. Hamlet. Would he?-Here goes then-now, my cock, lead on! You shall not go. Marcellus. Horatio. Perhaps he means to kill you. Hamlet. You'd better hold your jaw (m),—be quiet, will you? Now blow me if you go. Horatio. Hamlet, My fate cries out And gives me pluck-so mind what you're about. Still am I call'd-paws off (7)—the time we're wastingCome, 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.) I'll hollo. Wait here; and if I want ye, lads, [Exeunt Ghost and Ham. Hor. and Mar. SCENE IV. Then hold your gab (0), and hear what I've to tell; So pray attend to me. Hamlet. Alas, poor Ghost! |