Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
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Prince of Denmarke.
655And for my soule, what can it doe to that
¶Being a thing immortall as it selfe;
¶It waues me forth againe, Ile followe it.
¶Hora. What if it tempt you toward the flood my Lord,
¶Or to the dreadfull somnet of the cleefe
¶And draw you into madnes, thinke of it,
663.1The very place puts toyes of desperation
¶Without more motiue, into euery braine
¶And heares it rore beneath.
Goe on, Ile followe thee.
¶Ham. Hold of your hands.
¶Ham. My fate cries out
¶And makes each petty arture in this body
670As hardy as the Nemeon Lyons nerue;
¶Still am I cald, vnhand me Gentlemen
¶By heauen Ile make a ghost of him that lets me,
¶I say away, goe on, Ile followe thee.
Exit Ghost and Hamlet.
¶Mar. Lets followe, tis not fit thus to obey him.
¶Hora. Heauen will direct it.
¶
Enter Ghost, and Hamlet.
¶Ghost. Marke me.
¶Ham. I will.
¶When I to sulphrus and tormenting flames
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Ghost.
