Horatio
Propose the oath, my lord.
Hamlet
Never to speak of this that you have seen,
Swear by my sword.
Ghost
Beneath.
Swear.
Hamlet
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.
Ghost
Beneath.
Swear.
Hamlet
Well said, old mole! canst work i’ the earth so fast?
A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.
Horatio
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
Hamlet
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.