第四場

Hamlet The air bites shrewdly,it is very cold

Horatio It is a nipping and an eager air.

Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.

A flourish of trumpets and ru,o pieces goes off

What does this mean, my lord ?

HAMLET The king doth wake tonight and takes his rouse,

Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels,

And as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,

The triumph of his pledge.

Horatio Is it a custom?

HAMLET Ay marry is't,

But to my mind, though I am native here

And to the manner born, it is a custom

More honoured in the breach than the observance.

[This heavy-headed revel east and west

Makes us traduced and taxed of other nations.

They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase

Soil our addition ; and indeed it takes

From our achievements, though performed at height,

The pith and marrow of our attribute.

So, oft it chances in particular men,

That for some vicious mole of nature in them,

As in their birth, wherein they are not guilty,

Since nature cannot choose his origin,

By their o'ergrowth of some complexion,

Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,

Or by some habit that too much o'erleavens

The form of plausive manners - that these men,

Carrying I say the stamp of one defect,

Being nature's livery or fortune's star,

His virtues else be they as pure as grace,

As infinite as man may undergo,

Shall in the general censure take corruption

From that particular fault. The dram of eale

Doth all the noble substance of a doubt

To his own scandal.]

Enter GHOST

HORATIO Look my lord,it comes!

Hamlet Angels and ministers of grace defend us!

Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damned,

Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,

Be thy intents wicked or charitable,

Thou com'st in such a questionable shape

That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet,

King, father, royal Dane. Oh answer me.

Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell

Why thy canonised bones, hearsed in death,

Have burst their cerements ; why the sepulchre,

Wherein we saw thee quietly enurned,

Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws

To cast thee up again. What may this mean,

That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel

Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon,

Making night hideous, and we fools of nature

So horridly to shake our disposition

With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ?

Say, why is this ? wherefore ? What should we do?

Ghost beckons Hamlet

HORATIO It beckons you to go away with it,

As if it some impartment did desire

To you alone.

MARCELLUS Look with what courteous action

It wafts you to a more removed ground

But do not go with it.

HORATIO No, by no means.

HAMLET It will not speak. Then I will follow it.

HORATIO Do not my lord.

HAMLET 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,

Being a thing immortal as itself?

It waves me forth again. I'll follow it.

HORATIO 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

Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason,

And draw you into madness ? Think of it.

[The very place puts toys of desperation,

Without more motive, into every brain

That looks so many fathoms to the sea

And hears it roar beneath.]

HAMLET It wafts me still. Go on, I'll follow thee.

MARCELLUS You shall not go my lord.

Hamlet Hold off your hands.

HORATIO Be ruled, you shall not go.

Hamlet My fate cries out,

And makes each petty arture in this body

As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

Still am I called. Unhand me gentlemen !

By heaven I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

I say away ! - Go on, I'll follow thee.

Exit Ghost and Hamlet

HORATIo He waxes desperate with imagination.

MARCELLUS Let's follow, 'tis not fit thus to obey him.

HORATIo Have after. To what issue will this come ?

M A R CELLUS Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

HORATIO Heaven will direct it.

Marcellus Nay let's follow him.

Exeunt

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