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HORATIO:
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What is't, my lord? We will.
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HORATIO:
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What is it, my lord? We will.
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HAMLET:
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Never make known what you have seen to-night.
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HAMLET:
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Never make known what you have seen tonight.
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MARCELLUS AND BERNARDO:
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My lord, we will not.
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MARCELLUS AND BERNARDO:
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My lord, we will not.
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HAMLET:
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Nay, but swear't.(160)
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HAMLET:
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No, but swear it.
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HORATIO:
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In faith,
My lord, not I.
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HORATIO:
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Really,
My lord, I would not.
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MARCELLUS:
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Nor I, my lord, in faith.
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MARCELLUS:
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Nor I, my lord, really.
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HAMLET:
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Upon my sword.
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HAMLET:
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Swear on my sword.
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MARCELLUS:
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We have sworn, my lord, already.(165)
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MARCELLUS:
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We have sworn, my lord, already.
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HAMLET:
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Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
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HAMLET:
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Indeed, on my sword, indeed.
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GHOST:
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[Ghost cries under the stage.]
Swear.
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GHOST:
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Swear.
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HAMLET:
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Ah, ha boy, say'st thou so? Art thou there,
truepenny?
Come on! You hear this fellow in the cellarage.(170)
Consent to swear.
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HAMLET:
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Ha, ha boy! You say so? Are you there, trusty fellow?
Come on! You hear this fellow in the cellar,
Consent to swear.
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HORATIO:
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Propose the oath, my lord.
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HORATIO:
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Tell us the oath, my lord.
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HAMLET:
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Never to speak of this that you have seen.
Swear by my sword.
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HAMLET:
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Never to speak of what you have seen,
Swear by my sword.
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GHOST:
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Swear.(175)
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GHOST:
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Swear.
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HAMLET:
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Hic et ubique? Then we'll shift our ground.
Come hither, gentlemen,
And lay your hands again upon my sword.
Never to speak of this that you have heard:
Swear by my sword.(180)
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HAMLET:
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You are everywhere? then we'll move our ground.
Come over here, gentlemen,
And lay your hands again on my sword.
Never to speak of what you have heard,
Swear by my sword.
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GHOST:
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Swear.
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GHOST:
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Swear.
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HAMLET:
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Well said, old mole! Canst work i' the earth so fast?
A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.
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HAMLET:
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Well said, old mole! Can you work in the earth so fast?
A worthy pioneer! Once more, leave, good friends.
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HORATIO:
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O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
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HORATIO:
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O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
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HAMLET:
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And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.(185)
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
But come!
Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself—(190)
As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on—
That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
With arms encumber'd thus, or this head-shake,
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,(195)
As “Well, well, we know,” or “We could, an if we would,”
Or “If we list to speak” or “There be, an if they might,”
Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
That you know aught of me; this is not to do,
So grace and mercy at your most need help you,(200)
Swear.
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HAMLET:
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And therefore, as a stranger, welcome it.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
But come,
Here, as before, never, so help you,
However strange or odd I show myself,
As I, maybe, hereafter, shall think it right
To put on an crazy disposition,
That you, at such times seeing me, shall never,
With arms burdened this way, or shake your head,
Or by saying some doubtful phrase,
As “Well, well, we know”, or “We could if we would,”
Or “If we listen to speak,” or “There is, if they might,”
Or such vague rumors, make it known
That you know anything of me. Don’t do this,
So grace and mercy will help you when you need it most,
Swear.
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GHOST:
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Swear.
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GHOST:
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Swear.
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HAMLET:
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Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen,
With all my love I do commend me to you;
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is(205)
May do to express his love and friending to you,
God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint. O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!(210)
Nay, come, let's go together.
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HAMLET:
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Rest, rest, irritated spirit! So, gentlemen,
With all my love, I commend me to you.
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
May do, to express his love and friendliness to you,
God willing, shall be great. Let’s go in together,
And still keeping your silence, I beg you.
The time is so out of whack. O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
No, come, let's go together.
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Exeunt.
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