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Soil our addition; and, indeed, it takes
The pith and marrow of our attribute,
Look, my lord, it comes !
Enter Ghost. Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend
of us !Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from
hell, Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, Thou com’st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee; I'll call thee, Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane : 0, answer me. Let me not burst in ignorance ! but teil, Why thy canonized bones, hearsèd in death, Have burst their cerements ! why the sepulchre, Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn'd,
Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,
(Ghost beckons HAMLET.
Mar. Look, with what courteous action It wafts you to a more removed ground : But do not go with it. Hor.
No, by no means. Ham. It will not speak; then will I follow it. Hor. Do not, my lord.
Why, what should be the fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And, for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself? It waves me forth again ;-I'll follow it. Hor. What, if it tempt you toward the flood,
my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff, That beetles o'er his base into the sea ? And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason, And draw you into madness ? think of it : The very place puts toys of desperation, Without more motive, into every brain, That looks so many fathoms to the sea, And hears it roar beneath. Ham. It wafts me still.-Go on, I'll follow
Mar. You shall not go, my lord.
Hold off your hand.
My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
[Ghost beckons. Still am I call'd ;—unhand me, gentlemen ;
[Breaking from them. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets
me :I say, away.-Go on, I'll follow thee.
[Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination. Mar. Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey
Hor. Have after.—To what issue will this
come? Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Den
mark. Hor. Heaven will direct it. Mar.
Nay, let's follow him.
SCENE V.-A more remote part of the Platform.
Enter Ghost and Hamlet.
go no further.
My hour is almost come,
Alas, poor ghost !
Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious
hearing To what I shall unfold. Ham.
Speak, I am bound to hear. Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou
· shalt hear. Ham. What ?
Ghost. I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night ; And, for the day, confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purged away. But that I am
forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young
blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their
spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine ; . But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.—List, Hamlet, O
Ham. O heaven !
murder. Ham. Murder ?
Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is ; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. Ham. Haste me to know it ; that I, with
wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
I find thee apt ; And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet,
hear : 'Tis given out, that, sleeping in mine orchard, A serpent stung me ; so the whole ear of Den
mark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did sting thy father's life, Now wears his crown.
Ham. O my prophetic soul! mine uncle ! Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate
beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts, (0 wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power So to seduce !) won to his shameful lust The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen : 0, Hamlet, what a falling-off was there ! From me, whose love was of that dignity, That it went hand in hand even with the vow I made to her in marriage ; and to decline Upon a wretch, whose natural gifts were poor To those of mine ! But virtue, as it never will be moved, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven ; So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd, Will sate itself in a celestial bed, And prey on garbage. But soft! methinks, I scent the morning's air; Brief let me be. -Sleeping within mine orchard, My custom always in the afternoon, Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole, With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, And in the porches of mine ears did pour