Ham. No; you will reveal it.[500]
Hor. Not I, my lord, by heaven.
Mar. Nor I, my lord. 120
Ham. How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?[501]
But you'll be secret?[502]
Hor.} Ay, by heaven, my lord.
Mar.}
Ham. There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark[503][504]
But he's an arrant knave.[504][505]
Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave[506] 125
To tell us this.[506][507]
Ham. 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;[508]
For every man hath business and desire,[509] 130
Such as it is; and for my own poor part,[510]
Look you, I'll go pray.[511]
Hor. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.[512]
Ham. I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;[513]
Yes, faith, heartily.[514]