Page 238 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Not I, my lord, by heaven.

MARCELLUS
Nor I, my lord. [125]

HAMLET
How say you then, would heart of man once think it −
But you’ll be secret?

HORATIO AND MARCELLUS
Ay, by heaven.

HAMLET
There’s never a villain dwelling in all Denmark

But he’s an arrant knave [130]

HORATIO
There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.

HAMLET
Why, right, you are in the right.
And so without more circumstance at all

I hold it fit that we shake hands and part,
You as your business and desire shall point you − [135]
For every man hath business and desire,
Such as it is − and for my own poor part,

I will go pray.

HORATIO
These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.

HAMLET
I am sorry they offend you, heartily − [140]
Yes faith, heartily.

HORATIO