Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, And much offence 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, Give me one poor request.

In faith, My lord, not I.

Ah, ha, boy! say’st thou so? art thou there, truepenny? Come on⁠—you hear this fellow in the cellarage⁠— Consent to swear.

Never to speak of this that you have seen, Swear by my sword.

Hic et ubique? then we’ll shift our ground. Come hither, gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my sword: Never to speak of this that you have heard, Swear by my sword.