Remember thee? Yea, from my souvenir, There thy commandment all alone I'll write ; 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 villain 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.) Swear! [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- Marcellus. I'm your man. Hamlet. The world's gone mad-Curs'd fate, that ever I [Exeunt. SCENE IV. An Apartment in Polonius's House. Enter Polonius, meeting Ophelia. Polonius. You look stark mad, Ophelia!-What's the row? (k) Ophelia. I've had a precious fright. Polonius. Pray tell me how. SONG.-OPHELIA. (Tune-" Mrs. Clarke.") My Lord, you must know, In my room I was darning a stocking: When, (not dreaming of harm), I was rous'd by a violent knocking. I thought 'twas Old Scratch, And went on with my work as before; His doublet unbrac'd, Was slung round his waist, And his stockings were dirty and loose; And could scarce keep his feet. He took hold of my wrist, And gave it a twist That made me to quiver and quake: As tho' he meant to draw my phiz; 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; And then tow'rds the stairs did he waddle. '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. Polonius. Come, go with me ;-I will go seek the king: Ophelia. Oh, no-I never did a cross word say: And when he came to see me, turn'd him out o'doors. Polonius. Aye! that hath made him mad-I do not doubt it. SCENE V. [Exeunt. The Palace. Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. King. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern: We find impossible; so you must pump him: Queen. Good gentlemen, right heartily he'll greet you, |