O all you host of heaven, O earth – what else?

And shall I couple hell? O fie! Hold, hold, my heart,

And you, my sinews, grow not instant old

But bear me swiftly up. Remember thee?

Ay, thou poor ghost, whiles memory holds a seat

In this distracted globe. Remember thee?

Yea, from the table of my memory

I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records,

All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past

That youth and observation copied there,

And thy commandment all alone shall live

Within the book and volume of my brain

Unmixed with baser matter. Yes, by heaven!

O most pernicious woman,

O villain, villain, smiling damned villain!

My tables — meet it is I set it down

That one may smile and smile and be a villain –

At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark.

So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word.

It is ‘Adieu, adieu, remember me.’