Hor. Illo, ho, ho, my Lord.
Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come bird, come.[9] [Sidenote: boy come, and come.]
Mar. How ist't my Noble Lord?
Hor. What newes, my Lord?
Ham. Oh wonderfull![10]
Hor. Good my Lord tell it.
Ham. No you'l reueale it. [Sidenote: you will]
Hor. Not I, my Lord, by Heauen.
Mar. Nor I, my Lord.
Ham. How say you then, would heart of man once think it? But you'l be secret?