"And hears it roar beneath. Ham. It waves me ftill my go on, I'll follow thee. Ham. Hold off your hands. Ham. My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body Still am I call'd: unhand me, Gentlemen [Breaking from them By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me▬▬▬▬▬▬ I fay, away go on -I'll follow thee [Exeunt Ghoft and Hamlet. Hor. He waxes defp'rate with imagination, Hor. Have after. Mar, Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Mar. Nay, let's follow him. [Exeunt Changes to a more remote part of the platform. Re-enter Ghoft and Hamlet.. Ham. Where wilt thou lead me? fpeak; I'll go no further. Ghoft. Mark me. Ham. I will. Ghoft. My hour is almost come, When I to fulphurous and tormenting flames Muft render up myself. Ham. Alas, poor Ghost! Ghoft. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing To what I fhall untold. Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear. Ghoft. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear. Gheft. I am thy father's fpirit; Doom d for a certain term to walk the night, And, for the day, confin'd too * faft in fires ; i. e. very clofely confined. The particle too is ufed frequently for the superlative most, or very, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature, I could a tale unfold, whofe lightest word Would harrow up thy foul, freeze thy young blood, To ears of flesh and blood; lift, lift, oh lift! Ham. O heav'n ! Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther. Ham. Murther? Ghoft. Murther most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, ftrange, and unnatural. Ham, "Hafte me to know it, that I, with wings as "As meditation or the thoughts of love, "May sweep to my revenge. Ghoft. I find thee apt; [fwift "And duller fhouldst thou be, than the fat weed "That roots itself in cafe on Lethe's wharf, Wouldst thou not ftir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear: 'Tis given out, that, fleeping in my orchard, A ferpent ftung me. So, the whole ear of Denmark Rankly abus'd: but know, thou noble youth, Ham, Oh, my prophetic foul! my uncle? Ghoft. Ay, that inceftuous, that adulterate beast, But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, Though Lewdness court it in a shape of heav'n ; And prey on garbage But, foft! methinks I fcent the morning-air- Thus was 1, fleeping, by a brother's hand, Adieu, adieu, adieu : remember me, [Exit. Ham. Oh, all you holt of heav'n! oh earth! what. Ay, thou poor ghoft, while memory holds a feat "I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, Oh villain, villain, fmiling damned villain! meet it is I fet it down, That one may fmile, and fmile, and be a villain; It is; Adieu, adieu, remember me : I've fworn it. SCENE IX. Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Hor. My Lord, my Lord, Mar. Lord Hamlet, Hor. Heav'n fecure him! Mar. So be it. Hor. Illo, ho, ho, my Lord! Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come, bird, come *. Mar. How is't, my Noble Lord? Hor. What news, my Lord! Ham. Oh, wonderful! Her. Good my Lord, tell it. Ham. No, you'll reveal it. Hor. Not I, my Lord, by heav'n. Mar. Nor 1, my Lord. Ham. How fay you then, would heart of man once But you'll be secret Both. Ay, by heav'n, my Lord. [think it? This is the call which falconers ufe to their hawk in the air when they would have him come down to them. Ham. There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark, But he's an arrant knave. Hor. There needs no ghoft, my Lord, come from To tell us this. [the grave Ham. Why, right, you are i' th' right; And fo without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we fhake hands, and part; You, as your bufinefs and defires fhall point you; (For every man has business and defire, Such as it is); and, for my own poor part, I will go pray. Hor. Thefe are but wild and whurling words, my Lord Ham. I'm forry they offend you, heartily; Yes, heartily. Hor. There's no offence, my Lord. Ham. Yes, by St Patrick, but there is, my Lord, And much offence too. Touching this vision hereIt is an honest ghoft, that let me tell you: For your defire to know what is between us, O'er-mafter it as you may. And now, good friends, As you are friends, fcholars, and foldiers, Give me one poor request. Hor. What is't, my Lord? Ham. Never make known what you have feen tonight. Both. My Lord, we will not.. Ham. Nay, but swear't, Hor. In faith, my Lord, not I. Mar. Nor 1, my Lord, in faith. Ham. Upon my fword. Mar, We have fworn, my Lord, already. Ham. Indeed, upon my fword, indeed. Ghoft, Swear. [Ghost cries under the ftage. Ham. Ah, ha, boy, fay'lt thou fo? art thou there, true-penny? Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellaridge. Hor. Propofe the oath, my Lord. Ham. Never to fpeak of this that you have feen2. Swear by my fword. Ghost, Swear. |