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Would'st thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
Ham. O, my prophetick soul! my uncle!
Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
prey on garbage.
mine orchard,] Orchard for garden. ? With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,] The word here used was more probably designed by a metathesis, either of the poet or transcriber, for henebon, that is, henbane , of which the most common kind (hyoscyamus niger) is certainly narcotick, and perhaps, if taken in a considerable quantity, might prove poisonous.
Holds such an enmity with blood of man,
- at once despatch'd :] Despatch'd, for bereft. 3 Unhousel'd, disappointed, unaneld;] Unhousel'd is without having received the sacrament. Disappointed, as Dr. Johnson observes, " is the same as unappointed, and may be properly ex: plained unprepared. A man well furnished with things necessary for an enterprise, was said to be well appointed.” Unaneld is without extreme unction.
pale his uneffectual fire:] Fire that is no longer seen when the light of morning approaches
And shall I couple hell 2-0 fye!-Hold, hold, my
Hor. (Within.] My lord, my lord -
Heaven secure him! Ham.
So be it! Mar. [Within.] Illo, ho, ho, my lord ! Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy ! come, bird, come."
this distracted globe.] i. e. in this head confused with thought.
6 My tables,-) Table-books in the time of our author appear to have been used by all ranks of people. In the church they were filled with short notes of the sermon, and at the theatre with the sparkling sentences of the play.
Now to my word;] Hamlet alludes to the watch-word. given every day in military service, which at this time he says is, Adieu, adieu! remember me.
come, bird, come.] This is the call which falconers use to
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS,
What news, my
lord ? Ham, 0, wonderful ! Hor.
Good my lord, tell it.
Hor. Not I, my lord, by heaven.
Nor I, my lord. Ham. How say you then ; would heart of man
once think it ?But you'll be secret, Hor. Mar.
Ay, by heaven, my lord. Ham. There's ne'er a villain, dwelling in all Den
mark, But he's an arrant knave.
Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from
To tell us this.
Ham. Why, right; you are in the right; And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit, that we shake hands, and part: Vou, as your business, and desire, shall point you ;For every man hath business, and desire, Such as it is,-and, for my own poor part, Look you,
I will go pray; Hor. These art but wild and whirling words, my
lord. Ham. I am sorry they offend you, heartily; 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,their hawk in the air, when they would have him come down to them.
It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you';
desire to know what is between us,
What is't, my lord? We will Ham. Never make known what you have seen to
night. Hor. Mar. My lord, we will not. Ham.
Nay, but swear't.
Nor I, my lord, in faith.
We have sworn, my lord, already.
there, true-penny? 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 Swear by my sword.
Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear.
Ham. Hic & ubique? then we'll shiftour ground:-
Ghost. (Beneath.] Swear by his sword.
earth so fast? A worthy pioneer !-Once more remove, good