That I will speak to thee; I'll call thee, Hamlet, Let me not burst in ignorance! but tell, Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn'd, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? 670 Hor. It beckons you to go away with it, 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. 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; 680 And, for my soul, what can it do to that, It waves ne forth again; - I'll follow it. Hor. What, if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord? Or Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff, Ham. It waves me still : 690 Go on, I'll follow thee. Mar. You shall not go, my lord. And makes each petty artery in this body 700 [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. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Hor. Heaven will direct it. Mar. Nay, let's follow him. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE V. 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 Ham. Alas, poor ghost! 711 Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold. Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear. 720 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; '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 729 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: To ears of flesh and blood:-List, list, O list! If thou did'st ever thy dear father love, Ham. O heaven! Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural mur der. Ham. Murder? Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. 740 Ham. Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge. Ghost. I find thee apt; And duller should'st thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe's wharf, 750 Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear: Rankly abus'd: but know, thou noble youth, Ham. O, my prophetick soul! my uncle? 760 O, Hamlet, O, Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! I made to her in marriage; and to decline 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, 770 Will sate itself in a celestial bed, And prey on garbage. But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air- My custom always of the afternoon, With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, 780 Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand, 789 Unhousell'd, |