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  • Title: Hamlet (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: David Bevington
  • Textual editor: Eric Rasmussen
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-434-9

    Copyright David Bevington. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: David Bevington
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    Hamlet (Folio 1, 1623)

    Enter Hamlet, Horatio, Marcellus.
    Ham. The Ayre bites shrewdly: is it very cold?
    605 Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ayre.
    Ham. What hower now?
    Hor. I thinke it lacks of twelue.
    Mar. No, it is strooke.
    Hor. Indeed I heard it not: then it drawes neere the (season,
    610Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke.
    What does this meane my Lord?
    Ham. The King doth wake to night, and takes his (rouse,
    Keepes wa s s els and the swaggering vpspring reeles,
    And as he dreines his draughts of Reni sh downe,
    615The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out
    The triumph of his Pledge.
    Horat. Is it a cu stome?
    Ham. I marry i st;
    And to my mind, though I am natiue heere,
    620And to the manner borne: It is a Cu stome
    More honour'd in the breach, then the obseruance.
    Enter Gho st .
    Hor. Looke my Lord, it comes.
    Ham. Angels and Mini sters of Grace defend vs:
    625Be thou a Spirit of health, or Goblin damn'd,
    Bring with thee ayres from Heauen, or bla sts from Hell,
    Be thy euents wicked or charitable,
    Thou com' st in such a que stionable shape
    That I will speake to thee. Ile call thee Hamlet,
    630King, Father, Royall Dane: Oh, oh, answer me,
    Let me not bur st in Ignorance; but tell
    Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearsed in death,
    Haue bur st their cerments, why the Sepulcher
    Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn'd,
    635Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes,
    To ca st thee vp againe? What may this meane?
    That thou dead Coarse againe in compleat steele,
    Reui sits thus the glimpses of the Moone,
    Making Night hidious? And we fooles of Nature,
    640So horridly to shake our dispo sition,
    With thoughts beyond thee; reaches of our Soules,
    Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we doe?
    Gho st beckens Hamlet.
    Hor. It beckons you to goe away with it,
    645As if it some impartment did de sire
    To you alone.
    Mar. Looke with what courteous action
    It wafts you to a more remoued ground:
    But doe not goe with it.
    650 Hor. No, by no meanes.
    Ham. It will not speake: then will I follow it.
    Hor. Doe not my Lord.
    Ham. Why, what should be the feare?
    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,
    And there a s s umes some other horrible forme,
    Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reason,
    And draw you into madne s s e thinke of it?
    Ham. It wafts me still: goe on, Ile follow thee.
    665 Mar. You shall not goe my Lord.
    Ham. Hold off your hand.
    Hor. Be rul'd, you shall not goe.
    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 Gho st of him that lets me:
    I say away, goe on, Ile follow thee.
    Exeunt Gho st & Hamlet.
    675 Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination.
    Mar. Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
    Hor. Haue after, to what i s s ue will this come?
    Mar. Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke.
    Hor. Heauen will direct it.
    680 Mar. Nay, let's follow him. Exeunt.