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" And hears it roar beneath.
Hail, It waves me still : go on, I'll follow thee,
Tvar. You shall not go, my Lord..
Ham. Hold off your hands.
Mar. Be rul'd, you thall not go.
Ham. My fate cries cut,
And makes each petty artery in this body:
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
Sullain I callid : unhand me, Gentlemen
[Breaking from them." By heaven, Ill make a ghost of him that lets meI fay, away
go on I'll follow thee
[Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. Hor. He waxes desp'rate with imagination, Mar. Let's follow, 'tis not fit thus to obey him, Hor. Have after, To what issue will this come?! Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark, Hor. Heav'n will direct it. Mar. Nay, let's follow him.
S C E N E VIII.
Changes to a more remote part of the platform.
Re-enter Ghost and Hamlet..
Ham. Where wilt thou lead me ? speak; I'll go no?
Ghoft. Mark me.
Ham. I will.
Ghoft. My hour is almost come,
When I to fulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myselt.
Ham. Alas, poor Ghoft!
Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing:
To what I shall untold.
Ham. Speak, I am bouod to hear.
Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear,
Ghill. I am thy father's fpirit;
Doomd for a certain term to walk the night,
And, for the day, confin’d too * falt in fires ;
i. c. very closely confined. The particle too is used frequently for the upis lacive mujt, or very.
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, 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 :
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood; list, list, oh list!
It thou didst ever thy dear father love-
Ham. O heav'n !
Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther,
Ham. Murther ?
Ghost. Murther molt soul, as in the best it is
; But this most foul, ftrange, and unnatural.
Ham, “ Halte me to know it, that I, with wings as “ As meditation or the thoughts of love, [fwift " May sweep to my revenge.
Ghost. I find thee apt; 16 And duller shouldīt thou be, than the fat weed " That roots itself in ease on Lethe's wharf, Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear : 'Tis given out, that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me. So, the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abus'd: but know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did fting thy father's life, Now wears his.crown..
Ham, oh, my prophetic soul ! my uncle ?
Ghoft. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of his wit, with trait'rous gifts,
(o wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power
So to seduce!), won to his shameful luft
The will of my most seeming-virtuous Queen.
Oh Hamlet, what a falling off was there!
From me, whole love was of that dignity,
That it went hand in hand ev'n with the vow
I made to her in marriage, and to decline
Upon a wretch, whole natural gifts were poor
To those of nine !
But virtue, as it never will be mov'd,
Though Lewdness court it in a shape of he.ir'o ;
So Lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
Till fate itself in a celelial bed,
And prey on garbage
But, loft! 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 sole
With juice of cursed hebenon in a phial,
And in the porches of mine ears did pour
The leperous diftilment; whose effect
Holds such an enmity with blood of man,
That swift as quick-lilver it courses through
The nat'ral gates and alleys of the body;
And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset
And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
The thin and wholsome blood : fo did it mine, -
And a most instant letter bark'd about,
Most lazar-like, with vile and lothsome crust -
Thus was 1, sleeping, hy a brother's hand,
Of life, of crown, of Queen, at once dispatch'd
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousel'd t, unanointed I, unanelid || :
No-reck’ning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
Oh horrible! oh horrible! most horrible !
If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;.
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
A couch for luxury and damned incest.
But howsoever thou pursu'st this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught; leave her to heav'n,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once ?
The glow-worm thews the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uncffectual ** fire.
dispatih’d, for bereft. ti.ee with out the facrament being taken.. i. e.. without extreme unction..
i. e. no knell rung. *** 1... Mining withiout heat.
Adieu, adieu, adieu : remember me.
[Exit. Ham. Oh, all you host of heav'n! oh earth! what And shall I couple hell ? oh fie ! hold my heart ! [else? And you, my onews, grow not instant old; But bear me tiffly up. Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost, while meinory holds a feat In this distracted globe; " remember thee !
s Yea, from the table of my memory “ Tll wipe away all trivial fond records, " All laws 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, u Unmix'd with baser matter. Yes, by heav'n: Oh most pernicious woman! Oh villain, villain, smiling damned villaio ! My tables, meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain ; At least, I'm sure it may be so in Denmark. [Writing: So, uncle, there you are; now to my word; It is; Adieu, adieu, remember me : I've sworn it
Ş CENE 1X. Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
Hor. My Lord, my Lord,
Mar. Lord Hamlet,
Hor. Heav'o fecure him !
Mar. So be it.
Hor. i!lo, 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!
Hor. Good my Lord, tell it.
Ham. No, you'll reveal it.
Hor. Not l, my Lord, by heav'n.
Mar. Nor 1, my Lord,
Ham. How say you then, would heart of man once But you'll be secret
[think it! Both. Ay, by hear'n, my Lord.
This is the call which falconers use to their hawk in the air wien 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 nceds no ghost, my Lord, come from To tell us this.
Ham. Why, right, you are i'th' right;
And so without more circumstance at all,
I hold it fit tbat we shake hands, and part;
You, as your business and desires shall point you;
(For every man has business and defire,
Such as it is); and, for my own poor part,
I will go pray:
Hor. These are but wild and whurling words, my
Ham. I'm sorry they offend you, 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 here It is an honest ghoft, that let me tell you : For your desire to know what is between us, O'er-master it as you may.
And now, good friends,
As you are friends, scholars, and foldiers,
Give me one poor requeft..
Hor. What is’t, my Lord ?
Ham. Never make knows what you have seen te-
Both. My Lord, we will not.
Han. Niy, bat swear't,
Hor. In faith, my Lord, not I.
Mar. Norl, my Lord, in faith.
Ham. Upon my sword.
Mar. We have sworn, my Lord, already.
Ham. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
[Ghost cries under the stage. Ham. Ah, ha, boy, fay'lt thou so ? art thou there,
true-penny ? Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellaridge. Consent to swear.
Hor. Propose the oath, my Lord.
Ham. Never to speak of this that you have fecoa, Swear by my sword.