Ham. There's nere a villaine dwelling in all Denmarke
But hee's an arrant knaue
Hor. There needs no Ghost my Lord, come from the
Graue, to tell vs this
Ham. Why right, you are i'th' right;
And so, without more circumstance at all,
I hold it fit that we shake hands, and part:
You, as your busines and desires shall point you:
For euery man ha's businesse and desire,
Such as it is: and for mine owne poore part,
Looke you, Ile goe pray
Hor. These are but wild and hurling words, my Lord
Ham. I'm sorry they offend you heartily:
Yes faith, heartily
Hor. There's no offence my Lord
Ham. Yes, by Saint Patricke, but there is my Lord,
And much offence too, touching this Vision heere:
It is an honest Ghost, that let me tell you:
For your desire to know what is betweene vs,
O'remaster't as you may. And now good friends,
As you are Friends, Schollers and Soldiers,
Giue me one poore request
Hor. What is't my Lord? we will
Ham. Neuer make known what you haue seen to night
Both. My Lord, we will not