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Prince of Denmark, I. v

All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,

That youth and observation copied there;

And thy commandment all alone shall live

Within the book and volume of my brain,

Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!

O most pernicious woman!

O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!

My tables, my tables,—meet it is I set it down,

That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;

At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark:

So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;

It is, 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.'

I have sworn 't.

''Hor. and Mar''. (Within.) My lord! my lord!

Enter Horatio and Marcellus.

Mar. Lord Hamlet!

Hor. Heaven secure him!

Mar. So be it!

Hor. Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!

Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.

Mar. How is 't, my noble lord?

Hor. What news, my lord?

Ham. O! wonderful.

Hor. Good my lord, tell it.

Ham. No; you will reveal it.

Hor. Not I, my lord, by heaven!

Mar. Nor I, my lord.

Ham. How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?

But you'll be secret?

 100 saws: maxims

pressures: impressions—as of a seal

110 word: watch-word

115 hillo, ho, ho: falconer's hunting call

116 come, bird, come: call which falconers use to their hawk in the air

