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More honour’d in the breach, than the observance.
|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 Heaven, or blasts from
Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,
Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death,
Hor. It beckons you to go away with it,
Mar. Look, with what courteous action
Hor. No, by no means.
Ham. It will not speak; then will I follow it.
Hor. Do not, my lord.
Ham. Why, what should be the fear 2 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 looks so many fadoms to the sea,
Ham. It waves me still: — Go on, I’ll follow thee.
Mar. You shall not go, my lord.
Ham. Hold off your hands.
And makes each petty artery in this body
Enter Ghost and HAMLET.
Ham. Where wilt thou lead me 2 speak, I'll go no farther.
Ghost. Mark me.
Ham. . I will.
Ghost My hour is almost come, When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.
Ham. Alas, poor ghost'
To what I shall unfold.
Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear.
Ghost. 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
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
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 meditation or the thoughts of love,
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Ghost. I find thee apt ; And duller should'st thou be than the fat weed That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Would'st thou not stir in this: now, Hamlet, hear. 'Tis given out, that sleeping in mine 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! Mine 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. C, 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 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 1 methinks, I scent the morning air : Brief let me be. — Sleeping within mine orchard, My custom always in the afternoon, Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole, With juice of cursed hebenon in a phial, And in the porches of mine ears did pour The leperous distilment; whose effect