Hamlet: Act 1 Scene 4

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The platform.



Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS HAMLET



The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.



HORATIO

It is a nipping and an eager air.



HAMLET

What hour now?



HORATIO

I think it lacks of twelve.



HAMLET

No, it is struck.



HORATIO

Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season


Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.


A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within


What does this mean, my lord?



HAMLET

The king doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,


Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels;


And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,


The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out


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 honour'd in the breach than the observance.


This heavy-headed revel east and west


Makes us traduced and tax'd of other nations:


They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase


Soil our addition; and indeed it takes


From our achievements, though perform'd 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 the o'ergrowth of some complexion,


Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,


Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens


The form of plausive manners, that these men,


Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,


Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,--


Their 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.



HORATIO

Look, my lord, it comes!



Enter Ghost



HAMLET

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 hell,


Be thy intents wicked or charitable,


Thou comest in such a questionable shape


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


King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!


Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell


Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,


Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,


Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,


Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,


To cast thee up again. What may this mean,


That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel


Revisit'st 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 waves 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 in 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 waves 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 artery in this body


As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.


Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen.


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


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



Exeunt 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?



MARCELLUS

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.



HORATIO

Heaven will direct it.



MARCELLUS

Nay, let's follow him.



Exeunt

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