The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Hor._ A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.[66][68]
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,[66][69]
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,[66]
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead[66][70] 115
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:[66][71]
. . . . . . .
As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,[66][72][73]
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,[66][74][73]
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,[66]
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:[66] 120
And even the like precurse of fierce events,[66][75]
As harbingers preceding still the fates[66][76]
And prologue to the omen coming on,[66][77]
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated[66]
Unto our climatures and countrymen.[66][78] 125
_Re-enter_ Ghost.
But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!
I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion![79]
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
Speak to me:[80]
If there be any good thing to be done,[80] 130
That may to thee do ease and grace to me,[81]
Speak to me:[81]
If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,[82][83]
O, speak![82] 135
Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,[84]
Speak of it: stay, and speak! [_The cock crows._] Stop it,
Marcellus.[85]
_Mar._ Shall I strike at it with my partisan?[86] 140
_Hor._ Do, if it will not stand.[87][88]
_Ber._ 'Tis here![87]
_Hor._ 'Tis here![87]
_Mar._ 'Tis gone! [_Exit Ghost._[87][89]
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the show of violence;
For it is, as the air, invulnerable,[90] 145
And our vain blows malicious mockery.
_Ber._ It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
_Hor._ And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,[91] 150
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day, and at his warning,[92]
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,[92]
The extravagant and erring spirit hies[92][93]
To his confine: and of the truth herein[92] 155
This present object made probation.
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