The Tragedie of Hamlet
650452Hor. No, by no meanes my Lord.
651453Ham. It will not
speake, then will I follow it.
658454Hor. What if it tempt you toward the
flood my Lord.
660455That beckles ore his bace, into the
sea,
661456And there a
ssume
some other horrible
shape,
662457Which might depriue your
soueraigntie of rea
son,
663458And driue you into madne
sse: thinke of it.
664459Ham. Still am I called, go on, ile follow thee.
665460Hor. My Lord, you
shall not go.
653461Ham. Why what
should be the feare?
654462I do not
set my life at a pinnes fee,
655463And for my
soule, what can it do to that?
656464Being a thing immortall, like it
selfe,
465Go on, ile follow thee.
667466Mar. My Lord be rulde, you
shall not goe.
668467Ham. My fate cries out, and makes each pety Artiue
670468As hardy as the Nemeon Lyons nerue,
671469Still am I cald, vnhand me gentlemen;
672470By heauen ile make a gho
st of him that lets me,
673471Away I
say, go on, ile follow thee.
675472Hor. He waxeth de
sperate with imagination.
678473Mar. Something is rotten in the
state of
Denmarke. 677474Hor. Haue after; to what i
ssue will this
sort?
676475Mar. Lets follow, tis not
fit thus to obey him.
exit.
681476 Enter Ghost and Hamlet. 682477Ham. Ile go no farther, whither wilt thou leade me?
694480Ghost I am thy fathers
spirit, doomd for a time
695481To walke the night, and all the day
696482Con
finde in
flaming
fire,
697483Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature
698484Are purged and burnt away.
689486Ghost Nay pitty me not, but to my vnfolding
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