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Had made his course to illuine that part of heaven That hath a stomach in't: which is no other
Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, (As it doth well appear unto our state,)
The bell then heating one,

But to recover of us, by strong hand,
Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands
comes again!

So by his father lost; And this, I take it,

Is the main motive of our preparations;
Enter Ghost.

The source of this our watch and the chief head
Ber. In the same figure like the king that's dead. Of this post-haste and romage in the land.
Mar. Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio. Ber. I think, it be no other, but even so :
Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Ho. Well may it sort, that this portentous figure
ratio.

Comes arıned through our watch: so like the king Hor. Most like :-it harrows me with fear, and That was, and is, the question of these wars. wonder.

Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye. Ber. It would be spoke to.

In the most high and palmy state of Rome, Mar.

Speak to it, Horatio. A little ere the mightiest Július fell,
Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of The graves stood tenan'less, and the sheeted dead
night,

Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
Together with that fair and warlike form
In which the majesty of buried Denmark As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Did sometimes march ? by heaven I charge thee, Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,
speak.

Upon whose infinence Neptune's empire stands,
Mar. It is offended.

Was sick almost lo doonisday with eclipse.
Ber.

See ! it stalks away. And even the like precarse of fierce events,
Hor. Stay ; speak : speak l charge thee, speak. As harbingers preceding still the fates,

[Exit Ghost. And prologue to the omen coming on, Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.

Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
Ber. How now, Horatio ? you tremble, and Unto our climatures and countrymen.-

look pale :
Is not this something more than fantasy ?

Re-enter Ghost.
What think you of it?

But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again!
Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, I'll cross it, though it blast me.-Stay, illusion !
Without the sensible and true avouch

If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
Of mine own eyes.

Speak to me :
Mar.

Is it not like the king ? If there be any good thing to be done,
Hor. As thou art to thyself:

That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,
Such was the very armour he had on,

Speak to me :
When he the ainbitious Norway combated : It thou art privy to thy country's fate,
So frown'd he once, when in an angry parle, Which, happily, foreknowing, may avoid,
He smote the sledded Polack on the ice.

0, speak!
'Tis strange.

Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this dead Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, hour,

For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.

(Cock crows Hor. In what particular thought to work, 1 Speak of it :-stay, and speak.-Stop it, Marcelknow not ;

lus.
But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion, Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partisan 7
This bodes some strange eruption to our state. Hor. Do, if it will not stand.
Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that Ber.

'Tis here!
knows,

Hor.

'Tis here ! Why this same strict and most observant watch Mar. 'Tis gone!

[Erit Ghost.
So nightly toils the subject of the land? We do it wrong, being so majestical,
And why such daily cast of brazen cannon, To offer it the show of violence;
And foreign mart for implements of war; For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task And our vain blows malicious mockery.
Does not divide the Sunday from the week : Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock
What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day; Hor. And then it started like a gnilty thing
Who is't, that can inform me ?

Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
Hor.

That can I ; The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Whose image even but now appear'd to us, Awake the god of day: and at his warning,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, The extravagant and erring spirit hies
Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant To his confine: and of the truth herein
Hamlet

This present object made probation.
(For so this side of our known world esteem'a Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock.
him,)

Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Did slay this Fortinbras ; who, by a seal'd com. Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,

This bird of dawning singeth all night long: Well ratified by law and heraldry,

And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad ; Did forfeit with his life, all those his lands, The nights are wholesoine : then no planets strikc, Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror : No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, Against the which a moiety competent

So ballow'd and so gracious is the time. Was gaged by our king: which had return'd Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. To the inheritance of Fortinbras,

But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Had he been vanquisher; as, by the

same comart, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill: And carriage of the article design'd,

Break we our watch up; and, by my advice,
His fell to Hamlet: Now, sir, young Fortinbras Let us impart what we have seen to-night
Of unimproved mettle hot and full,

Unto young Hamlet : for, upon my life, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to hím: Shark'd up a list of landless resolutes,

Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, For food and diet, to some enterprise

As needfal in our loves, fitting our duty ?

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If it be,

Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning By laboursome petition; and, at last, know

Upon his will I seul'd my hard consent : Where we shall find him most convenient. i do beseech you, give him leave to go.

(Exeunt. King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be SCENE II.

thine,

And thy best graces spend it at thy will. The same. A Room of State in the same. But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,

Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind. Enter the King, Queen, Hamlet, Polonius,

Aside
Laertes, Vollimand, Cornelius, Lords, and King. How is it that the clouds still hang on

Attendants.
King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i'the sun.
death

Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour
The memory be green : and that it us befitted

off, To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole king. And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark, dom

Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids
To be contracted in one brow of wo;

Seek for thy noble father in the dust :
Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, Thou know'st, 'tis common; all, that live, must
That we with wisest sorrow think on him,

die,
Together with remembrance of ourselves.' Passing through nature to eternity.
Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, Ham. Ay, madam, it is common.
The imperial joini ress of this warlike state, Queen.
Have we, as 'were, with a defeated joy, Why seems it so particular with thee?
With one auspicious, and one dropping eye; Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not
With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in mar. seems.
riage,

'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
In equal scale weighing delight and dole, Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath,
Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
With this affair along :-For all, our thanks. Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,
Now follows, that you know, young Fortin- Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief,
bras,

That can denote me truly : These, indeed, seem, Holding a weak supposal of our worth ;. For they are actions that a man might play; Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death, But I have that within, which passeth show; Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, These, but the trappings and the suits of wo. Colleagued with this dream of his advantage,

King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,

nature, Hamlet, Importing the surrender of those lands

To give these mourning duties to your father : Lost by his father, with all bands of law, But you must know your father lost a father; To our most valiant brother.--So much for him. Thal father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting. In filial obligation for some term Thus much the business is : We have here writ To do obsequious sorrow.

But to perserver
To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,-

In obstinate condolement is a course
Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief:
Of this his nephew's purpose,--to suppress

It shows a will most incorrect to heaven;
His further gait herein ; in that the levies, A heart unfortified, or mind impatient;
The lists, and full proportions, are all made An understanding simple and unschool'd :
Out of his subject and we here despatch For what, we know, must be, and is as common
You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand, As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
For bearers of this greeting to old Norway ; Why should we, in our peevish opposition,
Giving to you no further personal power

Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven, To business with the king, more than the scope A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, or these related articles allow.

To reason most absurd; whose common theme Farewell; and let your haste commend your Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, duty.

From the first corse, till he that died to-day, Cor. Vol. In that, and all things, will we show This must be so. We pray you, throw to earth our duty.

This unprevailing wo; and ihink of us
King. We donbt it nothing; heartily farewell. As of a father : for let the world take note,

[Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. You are the most immediate to our throne:
And now, Laertes, what's the news with you ? And with no less nobility of love,
You told us of sonue suit; What is't, Laertes ? Than that which dearest father bears his son,
You cannot speak of reason to the Dane, Do I impart toward you. For your intent
And lose your voice: What would'st thou beg, In going back to school in Wittenberg,
Laertes,

It is most retrograde to our desire :
That shall not be my offer, not thy asking ? And, we beseech you, bend you to remain
The head is not more native to the heart, Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers,
What would'st thou have, Laertes ?

Hamlet; Laer.

My dread lord, I pray thee, stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. Your leave and favour to return to France ; Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madai Froin whence though willingly I came to 'Den- King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply; mark,

Be as ourself in Denmark.--Madam, come; To show my duty in your coronation ; This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof My thoughts and wishes bend again toward No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to-day, France,

But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell ; And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. And the king's rouse the heaven shall hruit again, King. Have you your father's leave 1 What Respeaking earthly thunder. Come away says Polonins

[Ereunt King, Queen, Lords, fc. Polo Pol He hath, my lord, wrung from me my Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would inel,

nius, and Laertes slow leave

two:

Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew !

With an attent ear; till I may deliver,
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd

Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! This marvel to you.
God!

Ham.

For God's love, let me hear. How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable

Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Seem to me all the uses of this world!

Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden In the dead waste and middle of the night, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in Been thus encounter'd. A figare like your nature,

Armed at point, exactly, cap-a-pe, (father, Possess it merely. That it should come to this! Appears before them, and, with solemn march, But two months dead !--nay, not so much, not Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd

By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, So excellent a king; that was, to this,

Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, disHyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother,

tillid That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Visit her face too roughly: Heaven and earth! Stand donub, and speak not to him. This to mo Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, In dreadtul secrecy impart they did ; As if increase of appetite had grown

And I win thein, ihe third night kept the watch; By what it fed on: And yet, within a month, Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Let me not think on't ;-Frailty, thy name is Form of the thing, each word made true and woman!

good, A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, The apparation comes ; I knew your father ; With which she follow'd my poor father's body, These hands are not more like. Like Niobe, all tears ;-why she, even she, - Ham.

But where was this? O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of rea- Hor. My lord, upon the platform where we son,

watch'd. Would have mourn'd longer,--married with my Ham. Did you not speak to it? uncle,

Hor.

My lord, I did : My father's brother ; but no more like my father, But answer made it none: yet once, methought, Than I o Hercules: Within a month ;

11 listed up its head, and did address Ere yet the salt of most unrighteons tears Itselt' to motion, like as it would speak; Lad left the flushing in her galled eyes,

But, even then, the morning cock crew loud; She married :-( most wicked speed, to post And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! And vanish'd from our sight. It is not, nor it cannot come to, good;

Ham.

'Tis very strange. But break,my heart : for I inust hold my tongue ! Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;

And we did think it writ down in our duty, Enter Horatio, Bernardo, and Marcellus.

To let you know of it. Hor. Hail to your lordship!

Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. Нат. .

I am glad to see you well; Hold you the watch to-night? Horatio, or 1 do forget iny self.

All.

We do, my lord. Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant Ham. Arm'd, say you ?

AN.

Arm'd, my lord. Ham. Sir, my good friend ; I'll change that Ham.

From top to toe ? name with you.

All. My lord, from head to foot. dad what make you from Wittenberg, Ho-Ham.

Then saw you not ratio ?

His face. Marcellus?

Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. Mar. My good lord,

Ham. What, look'd he frowningly? Ham. I am very glad to see you ; good even, Hor.

A countenance more sir.

In sorrow than in anger.
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg ? Ham.

Pale, or red?
Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. Hor. Nay, very pale.
Kam ) would not hear your enemy say so:

Ham.

And fix'd his eyes upon you ? Nor shall you do mine ear that violence, Hor. Most coustantly; To make it truster of your own report

Ham .

I would, I had been there. against yourself: I know you are no truant. Hor. It would have much amaz'd you. But what is your affair in Elsinore ?

Ham.

Very like, We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Very like: Stay'd it long? Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's Hor. While one with moderate haste might funeral.

tell a hundred. Ham. I pray thec, do not mock me, fellow Mar. Ber. Longer, longer. student ;

Hor. Not when I saw it. I think, it was to see my mother's wedding. Ham.

His beard was grizzl'd ? no 3 Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio I the funeral bak'd A sable silver'd. meats

Ham.

I will watch to-night; Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Perchance, 'twill walk again. Would, I had met my dearest foe in heaven Hor.

I warrant, it will Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio !

Ham. If it assume my noble father's person, My father ,-Methinks, I see my father. I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,' Hor.

Where, And hid me hold my peace. pray you all, My lord ?

If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio.

Let it be tenable in your silence still; Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Ham. He was a mun, take him for all in all, Give it an understanding, but no tongue; I shall not look upon his like again.

I will requite your loves : So, fare you well : Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, Ham. Saw! who?

I'll visit you. Hor. My lord, the king your father.

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Our duty to your honour. Ham.

The king my father? Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: Farewell. Hor. Season your admiration for a while

Exeunt Hor. Mar. and Ber.

ever.

My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment I doubt some foul play : 'would, the night were of each new hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Bo come!

ware Till then sit still, my soul: Foul deeds will rise, of entrance to a quarrel: bat, being in, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's Bear it that the opposer may teware of thee. eyes.

[Exit. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice :

Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judg. SCENE III. A Room in Polonius' House,

ment. Enter Laertes and Ophelia.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell: But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy: And, sister, as the winds give benefit,

For the apparel oft proclaims the man : And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,

And they in France, of the best rank and station, But let me hear from you.

Are most select and generous, chief in that Oph.

Do you doubt that ? Neither a borrower, nor a lender be: Laer. For Hamlet, and the trilling of his favour, For loan oft loses both itself and friend; Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;

And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. A violet in the youth of primy nature,

This above all, -To thine ownself be true; Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,

And it must follow, as the night the day, The perfume and suppliance of a minute;

Thou canst not then be false to any man. No more.

Farewell ; my blessing season this in thee! Oph. No more but so?

Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my Laer.

Think it no more:

lord. For nature, crescent, does not grow alone

Pol. The time invites you; go, your servants In thews, and bulk; but, as this temple waxes,

tend. The inward service of the mind and soul

Laer. Farewell, Ophelia ; and remember well Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now;

What I have said to you. And now no soil, nor cautel, doth besmirch Oph.

'Tis in my memory lock'd, The virtue of his will : but you must fear, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. His greatness weigh'd, bis will is not his own; Laer. Farewell.

Érit Laertes For he himself is subject to his birth:

Pol. What is ', Ophelia, he hath said to you! He may not, as unvalued persons do,

Oph. So please you, something touching the Carve for himself; for on his choice depends

Jord Hamlet. The safety and health of the whole state; Pol. Marry, well bethought: And therefore must his choice be circumscribed 'Tis told me he hath very oft of late Unto the voice and yielding of that body, Given private time to you; and you yonrself Whereof he is the head: Then if he says he loves Have of your audience been most free and bodoyon,

teous : It fits your wisdom so far to believe it,

If it be so (as so 'tis put on me, As he in his particular act and place

And that in way of caution,) I must tell you, May give his saying deed; which is no further, You do not understand yourself so clearly, Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. As it behoves my daughter, and your hononr: Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain, What is between you give

me up the truth. If with too credent ear you list his songs;

Oph. He hath, my lord, of late, made many Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open

tenders To his unmaster'd importunity.

Of his affection to me. Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister ;

Pol. Affection ? puh! you speak like a green And keep you in the rear of your aftection,

girl, Out of the shot and danger of desire.

Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. The chariest maid is prodigal enough,

Do you believe his tenders, as you call them ? If she unmask her beauty to the moon:

Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes :

think. The canker golls the infants of the spring, Pol Marry, I'll teach you : think yourself a Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd;

baby; And in the morn and liquid dew of youth That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay, Contagious blastments are most imminent. Which are not sterling. Tender yourself mors Be wary then : best safety lies in fear;

dearly ; Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,

Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, Wronging it thus,) you'll tender me a fool.
As watchman to my heart; But,good my brother, Oph. My lord, he hath importun'd me with
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,

love,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; In honourable fashion.
Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, Oph. And hath given countenance to his
And recks not his own read.

speech, my lord, Lear.

O fear me not. With almost all the holy vows of heaven. I stay too long ;-But here my father comes. Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do

know, Enter Polonius.

When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul A double blessing is a double grace ;

Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter, Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

Giving more light than heat, -extinct in both, Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for Even in their promise, as it is a making,

Yon must not take for fire. From this time, The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence; And your are staid for : There,-my blessing with Set your entreatments at a higher rate,

yon; (Laying his Hand'on Laertes' Head. Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet And these few precepts in thy memory

Believe so much in him, That he is young ; Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no And with a larger tether may he walk, tongue,

Than may be given you : In few, Ophelia, Nor any unproportion's thought his act. Do not believe his vows: for they are brokers, Be thou familiar, bnt by no means vulgar. Not of that dye which their investments show, The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, But mere implorators of unholy snits, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel ; Breathing like sanctified and pious boads,

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The better to beguile. This is for all,

Hor. It beckons you to go away with it,
I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth, As if it some impartment did desire
Have you so slander any moment's leisure, To you alone.
As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. Mar. Look, with what courteous action
Look to ', I charge you ; come your ways. It waves you to a more removed ground:
Oph. I shall obey, my lord. (Ereunt. But do not go with it.

Hor.
SCENE IV. The Platform.

No, by no means.

Ham. It will not speak ; then I will follow it.
Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus. Hor. Do not, my lord.

Ham.
Ham. The air bites shrewdly ; it is very cold.

Why, what should be the rear 1
Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air.

I do not set my life at a pin's fee ;
Ham. What hour now ?

And, for my soul, what can it do to that,
Hor.
I think it lacks of twelve. It waves me forth again ;-I'll follow it.

Being a thing immortal as itself?
Mar. No, it is struck.
Hor. Indeed ? I heard it not; it then draws Hor. What, if it iempi you toward the flood,
near the season,

Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff,
Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.

That beetles o'er his base into [A Flourish of Trumpethinand Ordnance And there assume some other borrible forma What does this mean, my lord ?

of reason, Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes And draw you into madness ? think of it:

The very place puts toys of desperation, Keeps wassel,' and the swaggering up-spring That looks so may fathorns to the sea,

Without more motive, into every brain, reels;

And hears it roar beneath. And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,

Ham. The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out

It waves me stil... The triumph of his pledge.

Go on, I'll follow thee. Hor.

Is it a custom ?

Mar. You shall not go, my lord.

Ham. Ham. Ay, marry, is 't

Hold off your hands.

Hor. Be rul'd, you shall not go. But to my mind, -though I am native here,

Ham. And to the manner born,-it is a custom

My fate cries out, More honour'd in the breach than the observance. As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

And makes each petty artery in this body
This heavy-beaded revel, east and west,
Makes us traduc'd, and tax'd of other nations :

[Ghost beckons. They clepe us, drunkards, and, with swinish Still am I call’d;—unhand me, gentlemen :phrase

[Breaking from them Soil our addition; and, indeed it takes

By heaven, I'li inake a ghost of him that lets From our achievements, though perform'd at

me;height,

I say, away :-Go on, I'll follow thee. The pith and marrow of our attribute.

[Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet, So, oft it chances in particular men,

Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination.

Mar. Let's follow ; 'tis not fit thus to obey him. That, for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth (wherein they are not guilty,

Hor. Have after :-To what issue will this

come? Since nature cannot choose his origin) By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,

Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Den

mark oit breaking down the pales and forts of reason ; Or by some habit, that too much o'erleavens

Hor. Heaven will direct it.

Mar. The form of plausive manners ;-that these

Nay, let's follow him. (Ereunt. mnen,

SCENE V.
Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect;
Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,

A more remote Part of the Platform. Their virtues else (be they as pure as grace,

Re-enter Ghost and Hamlet. As infinite as man may undergo,)

Ham. Whither wilt thou lead me ? speak, I'll Shall in the general censure take corruption

go no further. From that particular fault: The dram of base Ghost. Mark me. Doth all the noble substance often doubt

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I will. To his own scaudal.

Ghost.

My hour is almost come, Enter Ghost.

When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames

Must render up myself.
Hor.
Look, my lord, it comes ! Ham.

Alas, poor ghost ! Ham. Angels and ministers of grace, defend Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing us

To what I shall unfold. Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Ham

Speak, I am bound to hear. Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hell,

hear. Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,

Ham. What?
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,
That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee, Hamlet, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night

Ghost. I am thy father's spirit

: King, father, royal Dane : 0, answer me: And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Let me not burat in ignorance ! but tell,

Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Why thy canoniz'd bones, bearsed in death, Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid Have burst their cerements! why the sepulchre, To tell the secrets of my prison house, Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn'd,

I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young To cast thee up again! What may this mean,

blood; That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steel Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,

spheres ; Making night hideous; and we fools of nature, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, ) horribly to shake our disposition,

And each particular hair to stand on end, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : Say,why is this ? wherefore? what should we do? But this eternal blazon must not be

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