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Oph. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love, In honourable fashion.
Pol. Ay, fashion you may call’t: go to, go to.
Oph. And hath giv'n count'nance to his speech, my lord,
With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Lends the tongue vows. These blazes, oh my daughter,
Giving more' light than heat, extinct in both,
Ev’n in their promise as it is a making,
You must not take for fire.
From this time,
Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence,
Set your intreatments at a highter rate,
Than a command to parley. For lord Hamlet,
Believe so much in him, that he is
And with a larger † tether may he walk,
Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia,
Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
Not of that die which their investments Thew,
But meer implorers of unholy suits,
Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds,
The better to beguile. This is for all :
I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,
Have you so slander any moment's leisure,
As to give words or talk with the lord Hamlet.
Look to't, I charge you; come your way.
Oph. I shall obey, my lord.
+ Tider, or tether, teder, a firing to tye horses.
i Not of the eye which their inves ments sbew.
The Platform before the palace.
Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus.
Ham. *HE Air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air.
Ham. What hour now?
Hor. I think it lacks of twelve.
Mar. No, it is struck.
Hor. I heard it not: it then draws near the season
Wherein the spirit heid bis wont to walk.
[Noise of warlike musick within. What does this mean, my lord?
Ham. The King doth wake to-night, and takes his rowse, Keeps wassel, and the swagg’ring upstart reels ; And as he drains bis draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
Hor. Is it a custom?
Ham. Ay marry is't:
But to my mind, though I am native here
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honour'd in the breach, than the observance.
* These 21 lines following are in the first edition, but fince left out, perhaps as
being thought too verbose.
This heavy-headed revell, east and west;
Makes us traduc'd, and tax'd of other nations,
They clip us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
Soil our addition, and indeed it takes
From our atchievements, though perform’d at height,
The pith and marrow of our attribute.
So oft it chances in particular men,
That for some vicious mole of nature in them,
Hor. Look, my lord, it comes !
Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn’d,
Bring with thee airs from heav'n, 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: oh! answer me,
Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell
Why thy canoniz'd bones hearsed in death,
Have burst their cearments? why the sepulcher,
Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn’d,
Hath ope’d his ponderous and marble jaws,
To cast thee up again ? What may this mean?
That thou dead coarse again in compleat steel
Revisitst 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 fouls.
Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?
(Ghost beckons Hamlet.
Hor. It beckons you to go away with it,
As in their birth (wherein they are not guilty,
Since nature cannot chuse his origin)
By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason;
Or by some habit, that too much o'er-leavens
The form of plausive manners; that these men
Carrying, 1 say, the stamp of one defect,
(Being nature's livery, or fortune's star)
His virtues else, be they as pure as grace,
As infinite as man may undergo,
Shall in the general censure take corruption
From that particular fault.
Enter Ghoft. &C.
As if it some impartment did desite
To you alone.
Mar. Look with what courtequs action
It waves you to a more temoved ground:
But do not gô with it.
Hor. No, by no means.
Ham. It will not speak; then I will follow it.
Hor. Do not, my lord.
Ham. 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 it self.
It waves me forth again. -----I'll follow it
Hor. What if it tempt you tow’rd the Aood, my lord?
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff,
That beetles o’er his base into the sea;
And there allume some other horrible form,
Which might deprive your lov’reignty of reason,
And draw you into madness: think of it.
* The very place puts toys of desperation,
Without more motive, into ev'ry brain,
That looks so many fadoms to the sea;
And hears it roar beneath.
Ham. It waves me still: go on, I'll follow thee -----
Mar. You shall not go, my lord.
Ham. Hold off your hand.
Hor. Be ruld, you shall not go.
Ham. My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve:
Still am I call’d: unhand me, gentlemen
[Breaking from them. By, heav'n I'll make a ghost of him that lets me -----
I * The 4 following live added from t'e 1,2 edition.
I'll follow thee ---- [Ex. Ghost and Ham.
Hor. He waxes desp’rate with imagination.
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.
Hor. Heav'n will direct it.
Mar. Nay, let's follow him.
S CE N E VIII.
Re-Enter Ghost and Hamlet.
Ham. Where wilt thou lead me ? speak; I'll go no further.
Ghost. Mark me.
Ham. I will.
Ghost. My hour is almost come,
When I to fulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up my self.
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.
Ghoft. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
Ghost. I am thy Father's spirit;
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day, confin’d to fast in fires;
'Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purg'd 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 knotty and combined locks to part,