Oph. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love, In honourable fashion. Pol. Ay, fashion you may call't: go to, go to. Oph. And hath giv'n count'nance to his speech, my lord, With almost all the holy vows of heaven. Pol. Ay, fpringes to catch woodcocks. I do know Lends the tongue vows. These blazes, oh my daughter, Ev'n in their promise as it is a making, 6 Than a command to parley. For lord Hamlet, Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers, Breathing like fanctified and pious bonds, I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth, As to give words or talk with the lord Hamlet. [Exeunt. Tider, or tether, teder, a firing to tye horses. i Not of the eye which their invefments fhew. SCENE SCENE VII. The Platform before the palace. Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus. Ham. THE Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air. HE Air bites fhrewdly; it is very cold. Ham. What hour now? Hor. I think it lacks of twelve. Mar. No, it is ftruck. Hor. I heard it not: it then draws near the season Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. What does this mean, my lord? [Noife of warlike mufick within. Ham. The King doth wake to-night, and takes his rowse, Keeps waffel, and the swagg'ring upstart 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? Ham. Ay marry is't: But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honour'd in the breach, than the observance. Enter *Thefe 21 lines following are in the first edition, but fince left out, perhaps as being thought too verbose. This heavy-headed revell, eaft and weft; Makes us traduc'd, and tax'd of other nations, They clip us drunkards, and with swinish phrase Soil our addition; and indeed it takes From our atchievements, though perform'd at height, So oft it chances in particular men, That for fome vicious mole of nature in them, As Enter Ghoft. Hor. Look, my lord, it comes! Ham. Angels and minifters of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heav'n, or blafts from hell, k Be thy * intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'ft in fuch a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our fouls. [Ghoft beckons Hamlet. Hor. It beckons you to go away with it, As in their birth (wherein they are not guilty, Shall in the general cenfure take corruption Enter Ghoft. &c. kevents. As As if it some impartment did defite Mar. Look with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground: Hor. No, by no means. Ham. It will not speak; then I will follow it. Hor. Do not, my lord. Ham. Why, what should be the feàr ? I do not fet my life at a pin's fee; It waves me forth again. ----I'll follow it [bolding Hamlet. Hor. What if it tempt you tow'rd the flood, my lord? Or to the dreadful fummit of the cliff, That beetles o'er his bafe into the sea; And there aflume fome other horrible form, Which might deprive your fov'reignty of reason, Ham. It waves me ftill: go on, I'll follow thee Mar. You shall not go, my lord. Ham. Hold off your hand. Hor. Be rul'd, you shall not go. Ham. My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve: [Breaking from them. By heav'n I'll make a ghost of him that lets me---- *The 4 following lines added from the fr edition. 6 I I say away go on on ---- I'll follow thee ---- [Ex. Ghoft and Ham Hor. He waxes desp'rate with imagination. Mar. Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him. Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Mar. Nay, let's follow him. SCENE VIII. Re-Enter Ghoft and Hamlet. [Exeunt. Ham. Where wilt thou lead me? fpeak; I'll go no further. Ghoft. Mark me. Ham. I will. Ghoft. My hour is almost come, When I to fulphurous and tormenting flames Must render up my self. Ham. Alas poor Ghost! Ghoft. Pity me not, but lend thy ferious hearing To what I fhall unfold. Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear. Ghoft. So art thou to revenge, when thou fhalt 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 faft in fires; 'Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid I could a tale unfold, whofe lighteft word And |