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Hor. It beckons you to go away with it,
Mar. Look, with what courteous action
No, by no means. Ham. It will not speak; then I will follow it. Hor. Do not, my
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,
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff,
It waves me still
a more removed ground: ] i. e. remote.
pin's fee ;] The value of a pin. 4 That beetles o'er his base -] That hangs o'er his base, like what is called a beetle brow. A verb probably of our author's coinage.
5-deprive your sovereignty of reason,] i. e. your ruling power
of reason, When poets wish to invest any quality or virtue with uncommon splendour, they do it by some allusion to regal eminence.
6 puts toys of desperation,] Toys, for whims.
hands. Hor. Be ruld, you shall not go. Ham.
My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Némeon lion's nerve.
FGhost 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.
[E.reunt Ghost and HAMLET. Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination. Mar. Let's follow ; 'tis not fit thus to obey him. 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,
A more remote Part of the Platform,
Re-enter Ghost and HAMLET. Ham. Whither wilt thou lead me? speak, I'll go
no further. Ghost. Mark me. Ham.
I will. Ghost.
My hour is almost come, When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. Ham.
Alas, poor ghost !
1. that lets me ;] To let among our old authors signifies to prevent, to hinder. It is still a word current in the law, and to be found in almost all leases.
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;
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 meditation, or the thoughts of love,
I find thee apt;
8 And duller should'st thou be than the fat weed
That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,] Shakspeare, apparently through ignorance, makes Roman Catholicks of these Pagan Danes; and here gives a description of purgatory; but yet mixes it with the Pagan fable of Lethe's wharf.