Still am I call'd-paws off (n)-the time we're wasting- 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. Then hold your gab (0), and hear what I've to tell; 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, You'll scarce believe me when I say, But that I am forbid to blow, Ri tol tiddy, &c. The dreadful secrets which I know, I could such a dismal tale unfold, As would make your precious blood run cold! Your uncle is the man I mean, Ri tol tiddy, &c. That diddled (q) 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, One afternoon, as was my use, I went to my orchard to take a snooze; When your uncle into my ear did pour A bottle of cursed hellebore ! How little did I think I should wake no more! Doom'd by a brother's hand was I, To lose my crown, my wife, to die. I should like to have settled my worldly affairs, That I hadn't even time to say my pray❜rs. Let him never be at peace, asleep or awake. Your mother's plague let her conscience be→ Ri tol tiddy, &c. [The Ghost vanishes. Hamlet. Remember thee !-I feel in such a flurry, Horatio (without). My Lord! Marcellus. Lord Hamlet ! Hamlet. Damn those stupid fellows. Horatio, here am I.-Hollo, Marcellus. Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS. Marcellus. How is't, my Lord ?-What news?-What said the Ghost? Hamlet. You'll blab. Marcellus. Not I. Horatio. I'm silent as a post. Hamlet. He said each Danish villian is a knave! Horatio. That all ?—He might have staid then in his grave. Hamlet. That's as he pleases. So good night-but ho! Never make known what you have seen to night. But that's not all: Now swear that if, perchance, Ghost (beneath). [They swear again. Hamlet. Lie still, Old Grey-bones.-Tis such chilling weather, Suppose we go and get some drink together? Horatio. With all my heart-Egad, I like your plan- |