Hamlet (Folio 1, 1623)
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¶
Enter Hamlet, Horatio, Marcellus.
605Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ayre.
¶Ham. What hower now?
¶Hor. I thinke it lacks of twelue.
610Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke.
¶What does this meane my Lord?
¶And as he dreines his draughts of Renish downe,
615The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out
¶The triumph of his Pledge.
¶And to my mind, though I am natiue heere,
620And to the manner borne: It is a Custome
¶More honour'd in the breach, then the obseruance.
¶
Enter Ghost.
¶Hor. Looke my Lord, it comes.
625Be thou a Spirit of health, or Goblin damn'd,
¶Bring with thee ayres from Heauen, or blasts from Hell,
¶Be thy euents wicked or charitable,
¶That I will speake to thee. Ile call thee Hamlet,
630King, Father, Royall Dane: Oh, oh, answer me,
¶Let me not burst in Ignorance; but tell
¶Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearsed in death,
¶Haue burst their cerments, why the Sepulcher
¶Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn'd,
635Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes,
¶To cast thee vp againe? What may this meane?
¶Making Night hidious? And we fooles of Nature,
¶With thoughts beyond thee; reaches of our Soules,
¶Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we doe?
¶
_Ghost beckens Hamlet.
¶Hor. It beckons you to goe away with it,
¶To you alone.
¶Mar. Looke with what courteous action
¶It wafts you to a more remoued ground:
¶But doe not goe with it.
650Hor. No, by no meanes.
¶Hor. Doe not my Lord.
¶I doe not set my life at a pins fee;
655And for my Soule, what can it doe to that?
¶Being a thing immortall as it selfe:
¶It waues me forth againe; Ile follow it.
¶Hor. What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord?
¶Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe,
660That beetles o're his base into the Sea,
¶Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reason,
¶Ham. Hold off your hand.
¶Ham. My fate cries out,
¶And makes each petty Artire in this body,
670As hardy as the Nemian Lions nerue:
¶Still am I cal'd? Vnhand me Gentlemen:
¶By Heau'n, Ile make a Ghost of him that lets me:
¶I say away, goe on, Ile follow thee.
¶
Exeunt Ghost & Hamlet._
¶Mar. Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
¶Mar. Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke.
¶Hor. Heauen will direct it.
