Hor. Indeed I heard it not; it then draws near the season, 1 Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. [A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within. What does this mean, my lord? Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse*, Keeps wasselt, and the swaggering up-spring † reels; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, Hor. Ham. Ay, marry, is't: Is it a custom ? But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born,-it is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance. This heavy-headed revel, east and west, Makes us traduc'd, and tax'd of other nations : From our achievements, though perform'd at height, That, for some vicious mole of nature in them, Shall, in the general censure, take corruption A dance. * Jovial draught. § Call. + Jollity. || Humour. Doth all the noble substance often dout*, Enter Ghost, Hor.. Look, my lord, it comes! Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us !- Thou com'st in such a questionable† shape, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? As if it some impartment did desire Ham. It will not speak; then I will follow it. Hor. Do not, my lord. Why, what should be the fear? Ham. It waves me forth again ;-I'll follow it. + Conversable. Do out. Frame. § Remote. Il Value. Hor. What if tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff, That beetles* o'er his base into the sea? Ham. Go on, I'll follow thec. It waves me still: Mar. You shall not go, my lord. Hold off your hands. My fate cries out, Hor. Be rul'd, you shall not go. [Ghost beckons. Still am I call'd ;-unhand me, gentlemen ; [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. 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 Den mark. Hor. Heaven will direct it. Nay, let's follow him. [Exeunt. * Hangs. + Whims. Hinders. 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. Ghost. When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames I will. My hour is almost come, Alas, poor ghost! Must render up myself. Ham. Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold. Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear. 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; And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Thy knotted and combined locks to part, To ears of flesh and blood:-List, list, O list!-- Ham. O heaven! * Display. Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. Ham. Murder? Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. Ham. Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, Ghost. I find thee apt; And duller should'st thou be than the fat weed Would'st thou not stir in this? Now, Hamlet, hear: Rankly abus'd: but know, thou noble youth, Ham. O, my prophetick soul! my uncle! Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts, (O wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!) won to his shameful lust The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen : O, Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! From me, whose love was of that dignity, That it went hand in hand even with the vow I made to her in marriage; and to decline Upon a wretch, whose natural gifts were poor To those of mine! But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in the shape of heaven; So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd, Will sate + itself in a celestial bed, And prey on garbage. But, soft! methinks, I scent the morning air; Brief let me be :-Sleeping within mine orchard, My custom always of the afternoon, |