1623 The Tragedie of Hamlet 55

And fo, without more circumftance at all, 815

I hold it fit that we fliake hands, and part : 816

You, as your bufines and defires fhall point you : 817

For euery man ha's bufineffe and defire, 818

Such as it is : and for mine owne poore part, 819

Looke you. He goe pray. 820

Hor. Thefe are but wild and hurling words, my Lord. 821

Ham. I'm forry they offend you heartily : 822

Yes faith, heartily. 823

Hor. There's no offence my Lord. 824

Ham. Yes, by Saint Patricke, but there is my Lord, 825

And much offence too, touching this Vifion heere : 826

It is an honeft Ghoft, that let me tell you : 827

For your defire to know what is betweene vs, 828

O'remafter't as you may. And now good friends, 829

As you are Friends, Schollers and Soldiers, 830

Giue me one poore requeft. 831

Hor. What is't my Lord.? we will. 8.32

Ham. Neuer make known what you haue feen to night. 833

Both. My Lord, we will not. 834

Ham. Nay, but fwear't. 835

Hor. Infaith my Lord, not I. 836

Mar. Nor I my Lord : in faith. 837

Ham. Vpon my fword. 838

Marcell. We haue fworne my Lord already. 839

Ham. Indeed, vpon my fword. Indeed. 840

Gho. Sweare, Ghojl cries vnder the Stage. 841

Ham. Ah ha boy, fayeft thou fo. Art thou there true- 842

penny .? Come one you here this fellow in the felleredge 843

Confent to fweare. 844

Hor. Propofe the Oath my Lord. 845

Ham. Neuer to fpeake of this that you haue feene. 846

Sweare by my fword. 847

Gho. Sweare. 848



S6 The Tragicall Histotie of Hamlet 1603

615 Ham. Hie & vbique, nay then weele fhift our ground:
6i6 Come hither Gentlemen, and lay your handes

617 Againe vpon this fword, neuer to fpeake

618 Of that which you haue feene, fweare by my fword.
