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I war’nt it will.

HAMLET
If it assume my noble father’s person,
I’ll speak to it though hell itself should gape [245]
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
If you have hitherto conceal’d this sight,

Let it be tenable in your silence still;
And whatsomever else shall hap tonight,
Give it an understanding but no tongue. [250]

I will requite your loves. So fare you well.
Upon the platform ’twixt eleven and twelve
I’ll visit you.

ALL
Our duty to your honour.

HAMLET
Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell.
Exeunt [Horatio, Marcellus, and Barnardo].

My father’s spirit − in arms! All is not well. [255]
I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come.
Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to men’s eyes.

Exit.

Scene III IT

Enter Laertes and Ophelia, his sister.

LAERTES
My necessaries are embark’d. Farewell.
And sister, as the winds give benefit

And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
But let me hear from you.