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means！ Ham。 It will not speak。 Then will I 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 itself？ It
waves me forth again。 I'll follow it。 Hor。 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 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 hands！ Hor。 Be rul'd。 You shall not go。
Ham。 My fate cries out And makes each petty artire in this body As hardy
as the Nemean lion's nerve。 ＇Ghost beckons。＇
Still am I call'd。 Unhand me； gentlemen。 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。 Hor。 He waxes desperate 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。 Heaven will direct
it。 Mar。 Nay； let's follow him。Exeunt。
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SCENE V。 Elsinore。 The Castle。 Another part of the
fortifications。
Enter Ghost and Hamlet。
Ham。 Whither 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
sulph'rous 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 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 knotted
and combined locks to part； And each particular hair to stand on 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 God！ Ghost。 Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther。
Ham。 Murther？ Ghost。 Murther most foul； as in the best it is； But this most
foul； strange； and unnatural。 Ham。 Haste me to know't； that I； with wings
as swift As meditation or the thoughts of love； May sweep to my revenge。
Ghost。 I find thee apt； And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That
rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf； Wouldst thou not stir in this。 Now；
Hamlet； hear。 'Tis given out that； sleeping in my orchard； A serpent stung
me。 So the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abus'd。 But know； thou noble youth； The serpent that did sting thy
father's life Now wears his crown。 Ham。 O my prophetic soul！ My uncle？
Ghost。 Ay； that incestuous； that adulterate beast； With witchcraft of his wit；
with traitorous gifts… O wicked wit and gifts； that have the power So to
seduce！… won to his shameful lust The will of my most seeming…virtuous
queen。 O Hamlet； what a falling…off was there； From me； whose love was
of that dignity That it went hand in hand even with the vow I made to her
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in marriage； and to decline Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
To those of mine！ But virtue； as it never will be mov'd； Though lewdness
court it in a shape of heaven； So lust； though to a radiant angel link'd； Will
sate itself in a celestial bed And prey on garbage。 But soft！ methinks I
scent the morning air。 Brief let me be。 Sleeping within my orchard； My
custom always of the afternoon； Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole；
With juice of cursed hebona in a vial； And in the porches of my ears did
pour The leperous distilment； whose effect Holds such an enmity with
blood of man That swift as quicksilver it courses through The natural gates
and alleys of the body； And with a sudden vigour it doth posset And curd；
like eager droppings into milk； The thin and wholesome blood。 So did it
mine； And a most instant tetter bark'd about； Most lazar…like； with vile and
loathsome crust All my smooth body。 Thus was I； sleeping； by a brother's
hand Of life； of crown； of queen； at once dispatch'd； Cut off even in the
blossoms of my sin； Unhous'led； disappointed； unanel'd； No reckoning
made； but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head。 Ham。
O； horrible！ O； horrible！ most horrible！ Ghost。 If thou hast nature in thee；
bear it not。 Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A couch for luxury and
damned incest。 But； howsoever thou pursuest this act； Taint not thy mind；
nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught。 Leave her to heaven；
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge To prick and sting her。 Fare
thee well at once。 The glowworm shows the matin to be near And gins to
pale his uneffectual fire。 Adieu； adieu； adieu！ Remember me。Exit。
Ham。 O all you host of heaven！ O earth！ What else？ And shall I couple
hell？ Hold； hold； my heart！ And you； my sinews； grow not instant old； But
bear me stiffly up。 Remember thee？ Ay； thou poor ghost； while memory
holds a seat In this distracted globe。 Remember thee？ Yea； from the table
of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records； All saws of books；
all forms； all pressures past That youth and observation copied there； And
thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my
brain； Unmix'd with baser matter。 Yes； by heaven！ O most pernicious
woman！ O villain； villain； smiling； damned villain！ My tables！ Meet it is I
set it down That one may smile； and smile； and be a villain； At least I am
sure it may be so in Denmark。＇Writes。＇ So； uncle； there you are。 Now to
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my word： It is 'Adieu； adieu！ Remember me。' I have sworn't。 Hor。 （within）
My lord；