HORATIO.
[Within.] My lord, my lord, —
MARCELLUS.
[Within.] Lord Hamlet, —
HORATIO.
[Within.] Heaven secure him!
HAMLET.
So be it!
MARCELLUS.
[Within.] Illo, ho, ho, my lord!
HAMLET.
Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come.
[Enter Horatio and Marcellus.]
MARCELLUS.
How is't, my noble lord?
HORATIO.
What news, my lord?
HAMLET.
O, wonderful!
HORATIO.
Good my lord, tell it.
HAMLET.
No; you'll reveal it.
HORATIO.
Not I, my lord, by heaven.
MARCELLUS.
Nor I, my lord.
