Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, In the dead waste and middle of the night, Appears before them, and with solemn march Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distilled Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me, And I with them the third night kept the watch; These hands are not more like. Ham. But where was this? Hor. My lord, upon the platform where we watched. Ham. Did you not speak to it? Hor. My lord, I did. But answer made it none; yet once, methought, It lifted up its head, and did address Itself to motion, like as it would speak; But even then, the morning cock crew loud; Ham. 'Tis very strange. Hor. As I do live, my honored lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty, To let you know of it. Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to-night? All. Ham. I will watch to-night; Perchance 'twill walk again. Hor. We do, my lord. I warrant you it will. Ham. If it assume my noble father's person, AV. Our duty to your honor. Ham. Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell. [Exeunt Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come! EXERCISE XXXI. SCENE FROM HAMLET (continued). HAMLET, HORATIO, AND MARCELLUS. Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Ham. What hour now? Hor. Mar. No; it is struck. SHAKSPEARE. I think it lacks of twelve. Hor. Indeed? I heard it not; it then draws near the season, Wherein this spirit held his wont to walk. [A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off within. What does this mean, my lord? Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering upspring reels; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge. Hor. Ham. Ay, marry, Is it a custom? is't. But to my mind,-though I am native here And to the manner born,-it is a custom More honored in the breach, than the observance. Hor. Enter GHOST. Look, my lord, it comes! Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, 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 canonized bones, hearsed in death, With thoughts beyond the regions of our souls? As if it some impartment did desire 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; 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? Ard there assume some other horrible form, When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. 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 Doomed for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confined to fast in fires, Are burned and purged away. But that I am forbid 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 ; And each particular hair to stand on end, 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; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. Ham. Haste me to know it; 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 roots itself in ease on Lethe's wharf, Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear, Rankly abused. But know, thou noble youth, Ham. O, my prophetic soul! my uncle! Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, |