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Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk,

[Noise of warlike music within. What does this mean, my Lord ? Ham. The King doth wake to-night, and takes his

rouse,
Keeps waffel, and the swagg’ring up-fpring reels ;
And as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out
The triumph of his pledge.

Hor. Is it a custom ?

Ham. Ay, marry, is't. But, to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom More honour'd in the breach, than the observance *.

Enter Gloft. Hor. Look, my Lord, it comes !

Ham Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! " Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd,

Bring with thee airs from heav'n, or blasts from hell, • Be thy advent wicked or charitable,

-than the observance,
This hiavy headed revel east and west,
Mikes us traduce'd, and tax'd of other nations;
They clepe usurunkards, and with swinish phrase
Solour addition: and, indeed, it takes
From our atchievements, though perform'd at heighty
The piti and marrow of our attribute,
So, oftis chances in particular men,
That for some vicious mole of nature in them,
As, in their birth, (wherein they are not guilty,
Snce ratu e cannchufe his origin),
By the c'e growth of some complexion,
Oft b eaking down the pales and foris of reason;
Os byl me habit, that too much o'erkzavens
The form of plausive marners; that these men
Carrying, I lay, the stamp of one difeet,
(Bing nature s ivery, or fortune's scar),
Their virtues else, de chey as pure as grace,
As infinite as man may undergo,
Shail in the general cenfure take corruption
Froin chat particular fault. The dram of base
Doth all the noble fubliance of worth out,
To his own scandal,

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". Thou com'ít in such a questionable * shape, " That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet,

King, father, royal Dane: oh! answer me ; " Let me not burst in ignorance; but teil

Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in earth, • Have burst their cearments !" why the fepulchre, " Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn’d, “ Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, " To cast thee up again? What may this mean? " That thou dead corse, again, in compleat steel, " Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,

Making night hideous, and us fools of nature " So horribly to shake our disposition + " With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?

[Ghoft beckons Hamlet.
Hor. It beckons you to go away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.

Mar: Look, with what courteous action
It waves you to a more removed ground.
But do not go with it.
Hor. No, by no means.

[Holding Hamlet.
Ham. It will not speak; then I will follow it.
Hor. Do not, my Lord.

Ham. 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 itfelf?
It waves me forth again.- I'll follow it.

Hor.What if it tempt you tow'rd the flood, my " Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff, [Lord? " That beetles o'er his base into the sea; ". And there assume fome other horrible form, " Which might deprave your sov'reignty of reason, " And draw you into madness? think of it. “ The very place puts toys I of desperation, " Without more motive, into ev'ry brain, “ That looks so many fathoms to the sea;

* By quesimable is meant, invising questi.n, provoking question.. t difpofition, for frame, poys, for whims.

“ And hears it roar beneath.

Hum. It waves me still: go on, I'll follow thee.-
Mar. You shall not go, my Lord,
Ham. Hold off

your

hands.
Mar. Be rul'd, you shall not go.

Ham. My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
Still am I call'd : unhand me Gentlemen

[Breaking from them. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets meI say, away-go on-came l'll follow thee

[Exeunt Ghoft and Hamlet. Hor. He waxes desp’rate 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 Denmark. Hor. Heav'n will direct it. Alar. Nay, let's follow him.

[Exeunt.

S C Ε Ν Ε VIII.
Changes to a more remote part of the platform.

Re-enter Ghost and Hamlet.
Ham. Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll

go no further. Ghoft. Mark me. Ham. I will.

Ghost. My hour is almost come,
When I to fulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.

Ham. Alas, poor Ghost ?

Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold.

Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear,
Ghofi. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear,
Hamn. What?

Ghoft. I am thy father's fpirit;
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And, for the day, confin'd too * fast in fires;

• i.e. very close confined. The particle.com is used frequently for the superlative mot, or very.

Till the foul criines done in my days of nature,
Are burnt and purge'd 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 knotty and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine:
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood; list, lift, oh lift !
If thou didst ever thy dear father love

Ham. O heav'n !
Ghoft. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther.
Ham. Murther?

Ghofi. Murther moft 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 “ As meditation or the thoughts of love,

[{wift May sweep to my revenge.

Ghost. I find thee apt; And duller shouldlt thou be, than the fat weed “ That roots itself in ease on Lethe's wharf, Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear : Tis given out, that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent ftung me. So, the whole ear of Denmarks Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abus'd: but know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did sting thy father's life, Now wears his crown.

Ham. Oh, my prophetic foul ! my uncle? Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with trait'rous gifts, (O wicked wit, and gifts that have the power So to seduce !), won to his shameful lust The will of my most feeming-virtuous Queen. Oh Hamlet, what a falling off was there ! From me, whose love was' of that dignity, That it went hand in hand ev'n 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

But Virtue, as it never will be mov’d,
Though Lewdness court it in a thape of heav'n;
So Luit, though to a radiant angel link'd,
Will fate itself in a celestial bed,
And prey on garbage ----
But, foft! methinks I fcent the morning-air
Brief let me be: Sleeping within mine orchard,
My cuflom always of the afternoon,
Upon my secure hour thy uncle itele
With juice of cursed hebenon in a phial,
And in the porches of inine ears did pour
The leperous difilment; whose effe &
Holds such an enmity with blood of man,
That swift as quick-filver it courses through
The nat'ral gates and allays of the body;
And with a sudden vigour, it doth poilet
And curd, like eager droppings into inilk,
The thin and wholsome blood : fo did it mine,
And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
Molt lazar-like, with vile and lothsome crust
All my smooth body.-
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand,
Of life, of crown, of Queen, at once dispatch'd * ;
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhonfeld + unanointed , unanelid || :
No reck’ning made, but sent to my account

With all my imperfections on my head,
: Oh horrible ! oh horrible! most horrible !

If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not ;
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
A couch for luxury and duned incest.
But howsoever thou puriu'st this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught; leave her to heav'n,
And to those thorns that in her boíon lodge,
To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once !
The glow-worin thews the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffeétual ** fire.

* di parchid, for berefi. of i.e. without the sacranient being taken. I i.e. withou: extreme un dion. ll i. e, no kneli rung. ** i. 6. fhining without heati

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