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HAMLET . Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn’d , Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell , Be thy intents wicked or charitable , Thou com’st in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee . I’ll call thee Hamlet , King , father , royal Dane . O , answer me ! Let me not burst in ignorance ; but tell Why thy canoniz’d bones , hearsed in death , Have burst their cerements ; why the sepulchre , Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn’d , Hath op’d his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again ! What may this mean , That thou , dead corse , again in complete steel , Revisit’st thus the glimpses of the moon , Making night hideous , and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? Say , why is this ? Wherefore ? What should we do ? [ Ghost beckons Hamlet . ] HORATIO . It beckons you to go away with it , As if it some impartment did desire To you alone . MARCELLUS . Look with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground . But do not go with it . HORATIO . No , by no means . HAMLET . It will not speak ; then will I follow it . HORATIO . Do not , my lord . HAMLET . Why , what should be the fear ? I do not set my life at a pin’s fee ; And for my soul , what can it do to that , Being a thing immortal as itself ? It waves me forth again . I’ll follow it . HORATIO . What if it tempt you toward the flood , my lord , Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o’er his base into the sea , And there assume some other horrible form Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason , And draw you into madness ? Think of it . The very place puts toys of desperation , Without more motive , into every brain That looks so many fathoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath . HAMLET . It waves me still . Go on , I’ll follow thee . MARCELLUS . You shall not go , my lord . HAMLET . Hold off your hands . HORATIO . Be rul’d ; you shall not go . HAMLET . My fate cries out , And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion’s nerve . [ Ghost beckons . ] Still am I call’d . Unhand me , gentlemen . [ Breaking free from them . ] By heaven , I’ll make a ghost of him that lets me . I say , away ! — Go on , I’ll follow thee . [ Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet . ] HORATIO . He waxes desperate with imagination . MARCELLUS . Let’s follow ; ’ tis not fit thus to obey him . HORATIO . Have after . To what issue will this come ? MARCELLUS . Something is rotten in the state of Denmark . HORATIO . Heaven will direct it . MARCELLUS . Nay , let’s follow him . [ Exeunt . ] SCENE V . A more remote part of the Castle . Enter Ghost and Hamlet . HAMLET . Whither wilt thou lead me ? Speak , I’ll go no further . GHOST . Mark me . HAMLET . I will . GHOST . My hour is almost come , When I to sulph’rous and tormenting flames Must render up myself . HAMLET . Alas , poor ghost ! GHOST . Pity me not , but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold .
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