| Hor. | Ay, by heaven, my lord. | ||
| Mar. |
Ham. There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark,
But he 's an arrant knave. 124
Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave,
To tell us this.
Ham. Why, right; you are i' the right;
And so, without more circumstance at all,
I hold it fit that we shake hands and part; 128
You, as your business and desire shall point you,—
For every man hath business and desire,
Such as it is,—and, for mine own poor part,
Look you, I'll go pray. 132
Hor. These are but wild and hurling 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, 136
And much offence, too. Touching this vision here,
It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you;
For your desire to know what is between us,
O'ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends, 140
As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers,
Give me one poor request.
Hor. What is 't, my lord? we will.
Ham. Never make known what you have seen to-night. 144
124 arrant: thoroughgoing
127 without more circumstance: without further details
133 hurling: violent
136 Saint Patrick; cf. n.
138 honest ghost; cf. n.
140 O'ermaster 't: conquer it
