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shall not go.
The very place puts toys of desperation,
Ham. It waves me ftill: go on, I'll follow thee-
Ham. My fate cries out,
(Breaking from them. By heaven, l'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 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.
[Exeunt. SC E N E VIII.
Changes to a more remote Part of the Platforma.
Re-enter Ghot and Hamlet, Ham. THERE wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll
go no further.
Ghost. My hour is almost come,
Ham. Alas, poor Ghost !
Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing To wbat I fall unfold.
Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear.
hear. Ham. What?
Ghost. I am thy father's Spirit ;
Ham. O heav'n!
Ghoft. Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most soul, llrange, and unnatural. Ham. Hafte me to know it, that I, with wings as
swift As meditation or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
Ghojt I find thee apt ; And duller shouldit thou be, than the fat weed That roots itself in ease on Lethe's wharf, Wouldlt thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear : 'Tis given out, that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent ftung me. So, the whole car of Denmark, Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abus'd: but know, thou noble Youth, The serpent, that didit fting thy father's life,
Now wears his crown..
Ham. Oh, my prophetic foul ! my uncle? Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with trait'rous gifts, (0 wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power So to seduce !) won to his shameful luft The will of my most seeming virtuous Queen. Oh Hamlet, what a falling off was there! From me, whose love was of that dignity, That it went hand in hand ev'n with the vow I made to her 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 lewdnefs court it in a fhape of heav'n; So luft, though to a radiant angel link'd, Will sate itself in a celestial bed, And prey on garbage But, foft! methinks, I scent the morning air Brief let me be; Sleeping within mine orchard, My custom always of the afternoon, Upon my secure bour-thy uncle stole With juice of cursed hebenon in a phial, And in the porches of mine ears did pour The leperous diftilment; whose effeci Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That swift as quick-filver it courses through The nat'ral gates and allies 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 inust instant tetter bark'd about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust All my finooth body:Thus was I sleeping, by a brother's hand, Of life, of Crown, of Queen, * at once dispatcht; Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, at once dispatcht ;] Dispatch, for berest.
+ Unhousel'd, I unanointed, | unanel'd:
(Exit. Ham. Oh, all you hoft of heav'n! oh earth! what
Remember thee !
† Unhousel'd.] Without the Sacrament being taken. Mr. Pope.
Mr. "Pope. -uneffectual fire.] i. c. thining without Heat. Warb.
So, uncle, there you are; now to my
word; It is; Adieu, adieu, remember me: I've sworn it.
S CE N E IX.
Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Hor. Y Lord,
Mar. Lord Hanlet, Hor. Heav'n secure him ! Mar. So be it. Hor. Illo, ho, ho, my lord ! Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come, bird, come. Mar. How is't, my noble lord ? Hor. What news, my lord ? Ham. Oh, wonderful ! Hor. Good my lord, tell it. Ham. No, you'll reveal it. Hor. Not I, my lord, by heav'n. Mar. Nor I, my lord. Ham. How say you then, would heart of man once
think it ? But you'll be secret
Both. Ay, by heav'n, my lord.
mark, But he's an arrant knave. Hor. There needs no Ghost, my lord, come from
the Grave To tell us this.
Ham. Why, right, you are i' th' right; And so without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we lbake hands, and part; You, as your business and desires shall point you ; (For every man has business and desire, Such as it is) and, for my own poor part, Hor. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
I will go pray: