_Hor._ Not I my Lord by heauen.
_Mar._ Nor I my Lord.
_Ham._ How say you then? would hart of man
Once thinke it? but you'l be secret.
_Both_. I by heauen, my lord.
_Ham._ There's neuer a villaine dwelling in all _Denmarke_,
But hee's an arrant knaue.
_Hor._ There need no Ghost come from the graue to tell
you this.
_Ham._ Right, you are in the right, and therefore
I holde it meet without more circumstance at all,
Wee shake hands and part; you as your busines
And desiers shall leade you: for looke you,
Euery man hath busines, and desires, such
As it is; and for my owne poore parte, ile go pray.
_Hor._ These are but wild and wherling words, my Lord.
_Ham._. I am sory they offend you; hartely, yes faith hartily.
_Hor._ Ther's no offence my Lord.
_Ham._ Yes by Saint _Patrike_ but there is H_oratio_,
And much offence too, touching this vision,
It is an honest ghost, that let mee tell you,
For your desires to know what is betweene vs, [D1v]
Or emaister it as you may:
And now kind frends, as yon are frends,
Schollers and gentlmen,
Grant mee one poore request.
_Both_. What i'st my Lord?
_Ham._ Neuer make known what you haue seene to night.
_Both_. My lord, we will not.
_Ham._ Nay but sweare.