Leaue her to heauen,
And to the burthen that her conscience beares.
I must be gone, the Glo-worme shewes the Martin
To be neere, and gin's to pale his vneffectuall fire:
Hamlet adue, adue, adue: remember me. _Exit_
_Ham._ O all you hoste of heauen! O earth, what else?
And shall I couple hell; remember thee?
Yes thou poore Ghost; from the tables
Of my memorie, ile wipe away all sawes of Bookes,
All triuiall fond conceites
That euer youth, or else obseruance noted,
And thy remembrance, all alone shall sit.
Yes, yes, by heauen, a damnd pernitious villaine,
Murderons, bawdy, smiling damned villaine,
(My tables) meet it is I set it downe,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villayne; [D1]
At least I am sure, it may be so in _Denmarke_.
So vncle, there you are, there you are.
Now to the words; it is adue adue: remember me,
Soe t'is enough I haue sworne.
_Hor._ My lord, my lord. _Enter. Horatio,_
_Mar._ Lord Hamlet. _and Marcellus._
_Hor._ Ill, lo, lo, ho, ho.
_Mar._ Ill, lo, lo, so, ho, so, come boy, come.
_Hor._ Heauens secure him.
_Mar._ How i'st my noble lord?
_Hor._ What news my lord?
_Ham._ O wonderfull, wonderful.
_Hor._ Good my lord tel it.
_Ham._ No not I, you'l reueale it.