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 once132 think it?
But you'll be secret?
BOTH Ay, by heaven, my lord.
HAMLET There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he's an arrant136 knave.
HORATIO There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.
HAMLET Why, right, you are i'th'right;
And so, without more circumstance140 at all,
I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:
You, as142 your business and desires 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.
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.
HAMLET Yes, by Saint Patrick150, but there is, Horatio,
And much offence too. Touching this vision here,
It is an honest152 ghost, that let me tell you:
For your desire to know what is between us,
O'ermaster't154 as you may. And now, good friends,
As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,
Give me one poor request.
HORATIO What is't, my lord? We will.