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HAMLET There’s ne'er a villain dwelling in all
Denmark
But he’s an arrant knave.
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HAMLET Any villain in Denmark is going to be, well, a villain.
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HORATIO There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.
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HORATIO You don’t need a ghost returning from the grave to tell
you that, sir.
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HAMLET Why, right, you are in the right.
130And 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 my own poor part,
135Look you, I’ll go pray.
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HAMLET Yes, you’re absolutely right. So, without further ado,
the best thing to do now is probably just to shake hands and go our
separate ways. You go and take care of your business (since
everybody has some business to take care of, whatever it is worth),
and I’ll go and pray.
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HORATIO These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
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HORATIO You’re talking in such a crazy way, sir.
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HAMLET I’m sorry they offend you, heartily.
Yes faith, heartily.
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HAMLET I’m sorry if I offended you; yes, very sorry.
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HORATIO There’s no offense, my
lord.
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HORATIO Oh, don’t worry about it, sir. No offense taken.
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HAMLET Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
140And much offense too. Touching this vision here,
It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you.
For your desire to know what is between us,
O'ermaster ’t as you may. And now, good
friends,
As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,
145Give me one poor request.
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HAMLET Ah, but there is, Horatio, there’s a lot of offense. As
for this ghost we just saw, he’s a real one, I can tell
you that much. But regarding what happened between us,
don’t ask—I can’t tell you. And
now, my friends, my courageous and educated friends, do me one small
favor.
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HORATIO What is
’t, my lord? We will.
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HORATIO What is it, sir? Of course we will.
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HAMLET Never make known what you have seen tonight.
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HAMLET Don’t ever tell anyone what you’ve seen
tonight.
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HORATIO, MARCELLUS My lord, we will not.
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HORATIO, MARCELLUS We won’t, sir.
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