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To you alone.

Mar.

Look, with what courteous action

It waves you to a more removed ground.

But do not go with it.

Ho.

No, by no means.

Ham. It will not speak; then I will follow it.
Ho. Do not, my lord.

Ham.

Why, what should be the fear?

I do not set my life at a pin's fee;1

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.

Ho. What, if it tempt you toward the flood, my

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Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff,

That beetles 2 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.

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Ham.

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 from them.

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets 1

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me:

say, away.—Go on; I'll follow thee.

[Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. Ho. He waxes desperate with imagination. Mar. Let's follow: 'tis not fit thus to obey him. Ho. Have after. To what issue will this come? Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Den

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A more remote part of the platform.

Re-enter GHOST and HAMLET.

Ham. Whither wilt thou lead me? speak: I'll

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When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.

Ham.

Alas, poor ghost!

Ghost. Pity me not; but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold.

Ham.

Speak; I am bound to hear.

Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt

hear.

Ham. What?

Ghost. I am thy father's spirit;

Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night:

And, for the day, confined to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,
Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,

I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word

Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young

blood;

Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ;

Thy knotted and combined locks to part;
And each particular hair to stand an end,
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine:
But this eternal blazon must not be

To ears of flesh and blood.—List, list, O, list!
If thou didst ever thy dear father love,-

Ham. O heaven!

Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.

Ham. Murder?

Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is;

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