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All saws of books, all forms, all pressures 100
[Writing. So, uncle, there you are. Now to my 110
I have sworn 't.
[Within.] Heaven secure him!
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
What news, my lord?
No, you'll reveal it.
120 Hor. Not I, my lord, by heaven. Mar.
Nor I, my lord. Ham. How say you, then,-would heart of man
once think it?
Ay, by heaven, my lord. Ham. There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all
But he's an arrant knave. 125 Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from ... the grave
To tell us this.
Why, right, you are in the right.
Look you, I'll go pray.
lord. Ham. I'm sorry they offend you, heartily; 135 Yes, faith, heartily. Hor.
There's no offence, my lord. Ham. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, And much offence too. Touching this vision
here, It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you.
For your desire to know what is between us,
Give me one poor request.
My lord, we will not.
Nay, but swear 't.
In faith, 140
Nor I, my lord in faith.
We have sworn, my lord, already.
there, truepenny? Come on; you hear this fellow in the cellarage.
Consent to swear. Hor.
Propose the oath, my lord. Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen.
Swear by my sword.
Come hither, gentlemen,
160 Swear by my sword. Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. Ham. Well said, old mole! Canst work i’ the
earth so fast? A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good
friends. Hor. O day and night, but this is wondrous
strange! 165 Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth,
if we would,”
Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear.