Hamlet

by: William Shakespeare

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HAMLET
There’s ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he’s an arrant knave.
HAMLET
Any villain in Denmark is going to be, well, a villain.
HORATIO
There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.
HORATIO
You don’t need a ghost returning from the grave to tell you that, sir.
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.
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.
HORATIO
These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
HORATIO
You’re talking in such a crazy way, sir.
HAMLET
I’m sorry they offend you, heartily.
Yes faith, heartily.
HAMLET
I’m sorry if I offended you; yes, very sorry.
HORATIO
  There’s no offense, my lord.
HORATIO
Oh, don’t worry about it, sir. No offense taken.
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.
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.
HORATIO
    What is ’t, my lord? We will.
HORATIO
What is it, sir? Of course we will.
HAMLET
Never make known what you have seen tonight.
HAMLET
Don’t ever tell anyone what you’ve seen tonight.
HORATIO, MARCELLUS
My lord, we will not.
HORATIO, MARCELLUS
We won’t, sir.