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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 lempt you toward the flood, may
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 toys3 of desp on,
Without more motive, into every brain,
That looks so many fathoms to the sea,
And hears it roar beneath.
It waves me still :-
Go on, I'll follow thee.
Mar. You shall not go, my lord.
Hold off your hands
Hor. Be rul'd, you shall not go.
My fate cries out And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Némean 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 letse 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 bim.
Hor. Have after: ---To what issue will this come?
Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Den-
Hor. Heaven will direct it.
Nay, let's follow him.
(Ereunt. (1) Value. (2) Hangs. (3) Whims. (4) Hinders.
SCENE V.-A more remote part of the plat
form. Re-enter Ghost and Hamlet. Ham. Whither wilt thou lead me? speak; I'HI
Ghost. Mark me.
My hour is almost come,
When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.
Alas, poor ghost !
Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
To what I shall unfold.
Speak, I am bound to hear.
Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt
Ghost. I am thy father's spirit:
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night;
And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,
Are burnt and purg'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, sta
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand an-end,
Like quills upon the fretful Porcupine :
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood :-List, list, O list!
If thou didst ever thy dear father love,-
Ham. O heaven!
Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural
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,
May sweep to my revenge.
I find thee apt ;
And duller should'st thou be than the fat weed
That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
Would'st thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
'Tis given out, that, sleeping in mine orchard,
A serpent stung me; so ihe whole ear of Denmark
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. O, my prophetic soul! my uncle !
Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,
(O.wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power
So to seduce !) won to his shameful lust
The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:
O, 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 mov'd,
Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven;
So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
Will sate2 itself in a celestial bed,
And prey on garbage.
But, soft? methinks, I scent the morning air;
Brief let me be :-Sleeping within mine orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon,
Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
With juice of cursed hebenon3 in a vial,
And in the porches of mine ears did pour
(2) Satiate. (3) Henbane:
In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix'd with baser matter : yes, by heaven.
O most pernicious woman!
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain !
My tables, 3--meet it is,
I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark:
So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word ;
It is, Adieu, adieu ! remember me.
I have sworn't.
Hor. (Within.] My lord, my lord,
Mar. [Within.] Lord Hamlet,-
Heaven secure bim! Ham.
So be it.
Mar. (Within.) Illo, ho, ho, my lord !
Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy ! come, bird, come.
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
Mar. How is't, my noble lord ?
What news, my lord?
Ham. O, wonderful !
Good my lord, tell it. Ham.
No; You will reveal it. Hor.
Not I, my lord, by heaven. Mar.
Nor I, my lord. Ham. How say you then; would heart of man
once think it?But you'll be secret, Hor. Mar.
Ay, by heaven, my lord. (1) Head. (2) Sayings, sentences. (3) Memorandum-book.