King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me! Hor. It beckons you to go away with it, Mar. 45 50 55 [Ghost beckons Hamlet.] Look, with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground: Ham. It will not speak; then will I follow it. Ham. 60 Why, what should be the fear? 65 I do not set my life at a pin's fee; It waves me forth again: I'll follow it. Hor. What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, 70 Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason It waves me still. Go on; I'll follow thee. Hor. Be rul'd; you shall not go. 75 And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. Still am I call'd? Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me! Hor. Mar. Ilor. Mar. llor. Mar. 85 [Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet.] He waxes desperate with imagination. Nay, let's follow him. SCENE V-[Another part of the platform.] Enter Ghost and Hamlet. Ham. Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further. Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold. Ham. Alas, poor ghost! Speak; I am bound to hear. Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear. 90 [Exeunt.] 5 10 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 I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther. 25 Ghost. Murther most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. Ham. Haste me to know 't, that I, with wings as swift And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear: A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark Rankly abus'd: but know, thou noble youth, Ham. Mine uncle! O my prophetic soul! Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, But virtue, as it never will be moved, And prey on garbage. But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air; Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole, The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine; Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand Of life, of crown, and queen, at once despatch'd: No reckoning made, but sent to my account Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me. Ilam. O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee! I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word; I have sworn 't. Hor. & Mar. [Within] My lord, my lord, 100 105 [Writing.] 110 Ham. How say you, then; would heart of man once think it? But you'll be secret? Both. Ay, by heaven, my lord. Ilam. There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave. Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave Ham. And so, without more circumstance at all, 115 120 125 Why, right; you are i' the right; I hold it fit that we shake hands and part: You, as your business and desires shall point you; 130 Hor. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord. Ham. I'm sorry they offend you, reartily; There's no offence, my lord. 135 Yes, 'faith, heartily. Hor. And much offence too, touching this vision here. It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you: Hor. What is 't, my lord? we will. Ham. Never make known what you have seen tonight. Both. My lord, we will not. Ham. Hor. My lord, not I. |