Pol. Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl, Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should think. Pol. Marry, I'll teach you; think yourself a baby; Oph. My lord, he hath impòrtuned me with love In honourable fashion. Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to. Oph. And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord, Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know, This is for all,— I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth, I shall obey, my lord. Oph. [Exeunt Polonius and Ophelia R DIM STARLIGHT. Scene Third.-THE PLATFORM. [Enter Hamlet and Horatio, to Marcellus, who is on guard. Hamlet. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. [A flourish of trumpets: ordnance shot off, within. What does this mean, my lord? Hamlet. The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Is it a custom ? Ay, marry, is 't: Horatio. Hamlet. But to my mind, though I am native here, More honoured in the breach than the observancę. Horatio. Look, my lord, it comes! [Enter Ghost R. I. E. 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, Thou comest in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? Horatio. It beckons you to go away with it, Mar. Look, with what courteous action It waves you to a more removèd ground: [Ghost beckons. No, by no means. Horatio. Hamlet. It will not speak; then will I 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; It waves me forth again;- I'll follow it. Horatio. [Ghost beckons. What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason, [Ghost beckons. You shall not go, my lord. [Horatio and Marcellus seise Hamlet and strive to hold him. My fate cries out, Horatio. Hamlet. And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Némean lion's nerve. [Ghost beckons. 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. Breaking from them. Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. Horatio and Marcellus follow slowly. Scene Fourth.-ANOTHER PART OF THE PLATFORM. [Enter Ghost and Hamlet. Hamlet. Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak; I'll go no further. My hour is almost come, When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames. Must render up myself. Alas! poor ghost! Hamlet. Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold. Hamlet. Speak; I am bound to hear. Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear. What? Hamlet. |