HAMLET: Ha ha! Are you there, old man?
Come this way, gentlemen, and lay your hands on my sword.
Swear by my sword never to speak of what you have heard.
GHOST: Swear by his sword.
HAMLET: Well said, old mole! How quickly you dig through the earth!
Come, move again dear friends!
HORATIO: By day and by night, this is wondrously strange!