So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
It is ‘Adieu, adieu! remember me.’
I have sworn ‘t.
MARCELLUS HORATIO[Within] My lord, my lord,—
MARCELLUS[Within] Lord Hamlet,—
HORATIO[Within] Heaven secure him!
So be it!
HORATIO[Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!
Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS
How is’t, my noble lord?
What news, my lord?
Good my lord, tell it.
No; you’ll reveal it.
Not I, my lord, by heaven.
Nor I, my lord.
How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?
But you’ll be secret?
Ay, by heaven, my lord.
There’s ne’er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he’s an arrant knave.