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Hamlet (Folio 1, 1623)
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603 Enter Hamlet, Horatio, Marcellus.
605Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ayre.
606Ham. What hower now?
607Hor. I thinke it lacks of twelue.
610Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke.
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611What does this meane my Lord?
614And as he dreines his draughts of Renish downe,
615The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out
616The triumph of his Pledge.
619And to my mind, though I am natiue heere,
620And to the manner borne: It is a Custome
621More honour'd in the breach, then the obseruance.
622 Enter Ghost.
623Hor. Looke my Lord, it comes.
625Be thou a Spirit of health, or Goblin damn'd,
626Bring with thee ayres from Heauen, or blasts from Hell,
627Be thy euents wicked or charitable,
629That I will speake to thee. Ile call thee Hamlet,
630King, Father, Royall Dane: Oh, oh, answer me,
631Let me not burst in Ignorance; but tell
632Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearsed in death,
633Haue burst their cerments, why the Sepulcher
634Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn'd,
635Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes,
636To cast thee vp againe? What may this meane?
639Making Night hidious? And we fooles of Nature,
641With thoughts beyond thee; reaches of our Soules,
642Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we doe?
643 Ghost beckens Hamlet.
644Hor. It beckons you to goe away with it,
646To you alone.
648It wafts you to a more remoued ground:
649But doe not goe with it.
650Hor. No, by no meanes.
652Hor. Doe not my Lord.
654I doe not set my life at a pins fee;
655And for my Soule, what can it doe to that?
656Being a thing immortall as it selfe:
657It waues me forth againe; Ile follow it.
658Hor. What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord?
659Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe,
660That beetles o're his base into the Sea,
662Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reason,
663And draw you into madnesse thinke of it?
668Ham. My fate cries out,
669And makes each petty Artire in this body,
670As hardy as the Nemian Lions nerue:
671Still am I cal'd? Vnhand me Gentlemen:
672By Heau'n, Ile make a Ghost of him that lets me:
673I say away, goe on, Ile follow thee.
674Exeunt Ghost & Hamlet.
678Mar. Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke.