Doth all the noble substance of a doubt, To his own scandal.1 Enter GHOST. Ho. 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 heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou comest in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee; I'll call thee, Hamlet, Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? 1 Commentators have hitherto failed to discover any satisfactory elucidation of this corrupt passage. 2 Conversable. For frame. To you alone. Mar. Look, with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground. But do not go with it. Ho. No, by no means. Ham. It will not speak; then I will follow it. Ho. Do not, my Ham. lord. Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee; 1 And, for my soul, what can it do to that, It waves me forth again: I'll follow it. Ho. What, if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff, That beetles 2 o'er his base into the sea; And there assume some other horrible form, Ham. My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body [Ghost beckons. Still am I call'd:-unhand me, gentlemen : [breaking from them. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets 1 me: I say, away.-Go on; I'll follow thee. [Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. Ho. He waxes desperate with imagination. Mar. Let's follow: 'tis not fit thus to obey him. Ho. Have after. To what issue will this come? Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Den A more remote part of the platform. Re-enter GHOST and HAMLET. Ham. Whither wilt thou lead me? speak: I'll |