. Hamlet . emen ;—By heaven, Til make a ghost of him that lets me.;];[Breaks away from say away:—Go on—Ill follow thee. [Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet, l.—Horatio andMarcellus slowly follow. Scene V.—A remote pari of the and Hamlet. Ham. Whither wilt thou lead me ? speak,Ill go no further. Ghost. Mark me. Ham. I will. Ghost. My hour is almost comeWhen I to sulphrous and tormenting flamesMust render up myself. Ham. Adas, poor ghost! Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hear-ingTo what I shall unfold. Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear. Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou sh
. Hamlet . emen ;—By heaven, Til make a ghost of him that lets me.;];[Breaks away from say away:—Go on—Ill follow thee. [Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet, l.—Horatio andMarcellus slowly follow. Scene V.—A remote pari of the and Hamlet. Ham. Whither wilt thou lead me ? speak,Ill go no further. Ghost. Mark me. Ham. I will. Ghost. My hour is almost comeWhen I to sulphrous and tormenting flamesMust render up myself. Ham. Adas, poor ghost! Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hear-ingTo what I shall unfold. Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear. Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalthear. Ham. What? Ghost. I am thy fathers spirit;Doomed for a certain term to walk the night;And, for the day, confined to fast in fires,Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,Are burnt and purged away. But that I am for-bidTo tell the secrets of my prison-house, \ l I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word * Remote.—Steevens. J Prevents, or hinders me. 10 HAMLET, PRINCE OF Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood;Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres;Thy knotted and combined locks to part,And each particular hair to stand on end,Like quills upon the fretful porcupine :But this eternal blazon must not beTo ears of flesh and blood:—List, list, Oh list!—If thou didst ever thy dear father love— Ham. Oh, heaven ! Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnaturalmurder. Ham. Murder! Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is;But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. Ham. Haste me to know it, that I with wingsas swiftAs meditation, or the thoughts of love,May sweep to my revenge. Ghost. 1 find thee apt.—Now Hamlet, hear; Tis given out, that, sleeping in my orchard,A serpent stung me ; so the whole ear of Den-markIs, by a forged process of my death,Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,The serpent that did sting thy fathers life,Now wears his crown. Ham. Oh, my prophetic soul! my uncle? Ghost. Ay, that incestuous,
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