Page 240 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

GHOST

(Cries under the stage) Swear.

HAMLET
Ah ha, boy, say’st thou so? Art thou there, truepenny?
Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellarage.
Consent to swear.

HORATIO

Propose the oath, my lord. [160]

HAMLET

Never to speak of this that you have seen.
Swear by my sword.

GHOST
Swear.
[They swear.]

HAMLET
Hic et ubique? Then we’ll shift our ground.

Come hither, gentlemen, [165]
And lay your hans again upon my sword.
Swear by my sword
Never to speak of this that you have heard.

GHOST

Swear by his sword.
[They swear.]

HAMLET
Well said, old mole. Canst work i’th’ earth so fast? [170]
A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.

HORATIO
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange.