Hamlet by William Shakespeare
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    • Ham.
    Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come.
    [Enter Horatio and Marcellus.]
    Mar.
    How is't, my noble lord?
    Hor.
    What news, my lord?
    Ham.
    O, wonderful!
    Hor.
    Good my lord, tell it.
    Ham.
    No; you'll 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?
    Hor. and Mar.
    Ay, by heaven, my lord.
    Ham.
    There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
    But he's an arrant knave.
    Hor.
    There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
    To tell us this.
    Ham.
    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 desires shall point you,­
    For every man hath business and desire,
    Such as it is;­and for my own poor part,
    Look you, I'll go pray.
    Hor.
    These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.