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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:56:34 GMT
HORATIO
[Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:56:46 GMT
HAMLET
Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:56:59 GMT
MARCELLUS
How is't, my noble lord?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:57:12 GMT
HORATIO
What news, my lord?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:57:23 GMT
HAMLET
O, wonderful!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:57:36 GMT
HORATIO
Good my lord, tell it.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:57:46 GMT
HAMLET
No; you'll reveal it.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:58:00 GMT
HORATIO
Not I, my lord, by heaven.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:58:32 GMT
MARCELLUS
Nor I, my lord.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:58:44 GMT
HAMLET
How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?
But you'll be secret?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:58:57 GMT
HORATIO MARCELLUS
Ay, by heaven, my lord.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:59:34 GMT
HAMLET
There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he's an arrant knave.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:00:34 GMT
HORATIO
There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:00:46 GMT
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 has business and desire,
Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,
Look you, I'll go pray.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 17:00:58 GMT
HORATIO
These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
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