The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9] — John Shaqi
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
_Mar._ Look, with what courteous action 60
It waves you to a more removed ground:[394]
But do not go with it.
_Hor._ No, by no means.[395]
_Ham._ It will not speak; then I will follow it.[396]
_Hor._ Do not, my lord.
_Ham._ Why, what should be the fear?[397]
I do not set my life at a pin's fee;[398] 65
And for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself?[399]
It waves me forth again: I'll follow it.
_Hor._ What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,[400]
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff[401] 70
That beetles o'er his base into the sea,[402]
And there assume some other horrible form,[403]
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason[404]
And draw you into madness? think of it:[405]
The very place puts toys of desperation,[406] 75
Without more motive, into every brain[406]
That looks so many fathoms to the sea[406]
And hears it roar beneath.[406][407][408]
_Ham._ It waves me still.[407]
Go on; I'll follow thee.
_Mar._ You shall not go, my lord.
_Ham._ Hold off your hands.[409] 80
_Hor._ Be ruled; you shall not go.
_Ham._ My fate cries out,[410]
And makes each petty artery in this body[411]
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.[412]
Still am I call'd: unhand me, gentlemen;[413]
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me: 85
I say, away! Go on; I'll follow thee.
[_Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet._[414]
_Hor._ He waxes desperate with imagination.[415]
_Mar._ Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
_Hor._ Have after. To what issue will this come?
_Mar._ Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. 90
_Hor._ Heaven will direct it.
_Mar._ Nay, let's follow him. [_Exeunt._[416]
SCENE V. _Another part of the platform._
_Enter_ Ghost _and_ HAMLET.[417]
_Ham._ Whither wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.[418]
_Ghost._ Mark me.
_Ham._ I will.
_Ghost._ My hour is almost come,
When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames[419]
Must render up myself.
_Ham._ Alas, poor ghost!
_Ghost._ Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing[420][421] 5
To what I shall unfold.[420]
_Ham._ Speak; I am bound to hear.[422]
_Ghost._ So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.[423]
_Ham._ What?[424]
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