SONG. HORATIO. (Tune-" Heigho! says Rowley.") Two nights to watch these gentlemen went, When, just at the time when the night was spent, With his tomb-stone, jaw-bone, skull, shroud, and skeleton, The ghost like your father look'd, arm'd cap-à-pié. 66 They came in a twitter to tell this to me, Saying, "If you don't credit us, pray come and see. With his tomb-stone, &c. "A cock and a bull," says Horatio. I promis'd with them to keep watch the next night : When lo! as they'd told me, the ghost came in sight- "But we'll soon find it out," says Horatio. I intended to say a few words to the ghost; "Heigho!" says Horatio; (I shouldn't have kept him five minutes at most) But I found the poor fellow as dumb as a post. With his tomb stone, &c. "He's no blabber, I find," says Horatio. He turn'd on his heel, and went off in a pet, But he frown'd on us all ere away we could get, He soon came in again, so I told him my mind: Says I, "I'm quite sure you've left something behind, "You'd best shew where 'tis hid," says Horatio. He seem'd not to like it, and look'd rather black, As much as to say, "You had best hold your clack;" Hamlet. Perchance 'twill walk again;-I'll watch to-night, And beg a conversation with the sprite : If in my father's form it come to scare me, I'll speak to it, should e'en Old Harry dare me. (To Hor. and Mar.) Don't let the cat out of the bag, I prythee. Never fear me. Horatio. Marcellus. Nor me. Hamlet. Then I'll be with ye Soon after supper. Horatio. Honour ? Hamlet. Poz.-Adieu! Exeunt Hor. Mar. and Ber. No doubt some dirty work, if this be true. To let me have a letter ev'ry mail— If Dad will get it frank'd (g) so much the better. Ophelia. Do'st think I'd grudge the postage of a letter? Laertes. Be not too easily by Hamlet caught, He'll flirt with any wench in town, then leave her; Ophelia. I take the hint: but do not, good my brother, Laertes. O, fear me not; I hope you do not doubt me.- SCENE III. The Platform. Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS. Hamlet. 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! (1) O Lord, defend us! 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? Horatio. Now blow me if you go. Hamlet. My fate cries out And gives me pluck—so mind what you're about. |