As it behoves my daughter, and your honour. Oph. He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders Pol. Affection? pooh! you speak like a green girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should think. Oph. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love, Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to. Oph. And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord, With almost all the holy vows of heaven. Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know, Than a command to parley. For lord Hamlet, I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth, As to give words or talk with the lord Hamlet. SCENE IV. [Exeunt. The Platform. Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS. Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Hor. I think, it lacks of twelve. Indeed? I heard it not: it then draws near the season, Wherein the 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 wassel, and the swaggering up-spring reels; And as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge. Hor. Is it a custom? though I am native here, Ham. Ay, marry, is 't: But to my mind, And to the manner born, — it is a custom More honour'd in the breach, than the observance. Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations: They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase Soil our addition; and, indeed, it takes From our achievements, though perform'd at height, So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, By their o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason; Shall in the general censure take corruption - Enter Ghost. Hor. 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, Making night hideous; and we fools of nature, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? [The Ghost beckons HAMLET. Hor. It beckons you to go away with it, As if it some impartment did desire To you alone. Mar. Look, with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground: But do not go with it. Ham. It will not speak; then, will I follow it. 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, 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, Ham. It waves me still: Mar. You shall not go, my lord. Hor. Be rul'd: you shall not go. Hold off your hands. My fate cries out, [Ghost beckons. And makes each petty artery in this body [Breaking 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. Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination. Mar. Let's follow; 't is not fit thus to obey him. Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Mar. Nay, let's follow him. [Exeunt. SCENE V. A more remote Part of the Platform. Enter Ghost and HAMLET. Ham. Whither wilt thou lead me? speak, I'll go no farther. Ghost. Mark me. Ham. Ghost. I will. My hour is almost come, 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. 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, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, And each particular hair to stand an-end, But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list! Ham. O God! |