Hamlet
So be it!
Marcellus
[Within]
Illo, ho, ho, my lord!
Hamlet
Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come.
[Enter Horatio and Marcellus]
Marcellus
How is't, my noble lord?
Horatio
What news, my lord?
Hamlet
O, wonderful!
Horatio
Good my lord, tell it.
Hamlet
No, you'll reveal it.
Horatio
Not I, my lord, by heaven.
Marcellus
Nor I, my lord.
Hamlet
How say you then, would heart of man once
think it? —
But you'll be secret?
Horatio and Marcellus
Ay, by heaven, my lord.
Hamlet
There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he's an arrant knave.
Horatio
There needs no ghost, my lord, come from
the grave
To tell us this.
Hamlet
Why, right; you are i' 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, —
For every man hath business and desire,
Such as it is;-and for my own poor part,
Look you, I'll go pray.
Horatio
These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
Hamlet
I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;
Yes faith, heartily.
Horatio
There's no offence, my lord.