MARCELLUS. Look, with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground: لا HORATIO. No, by no means. HAMLET. It will not speak; then I will follow it. Do not, my lord. HORATIO. HAMLET. Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee) - meaning 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, And there assume some other horrible form, And draw you into madness? As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that let's me: (Exeunt GHOST and HAMLET.) MARCELLUS. Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him. HORATIO. Heaven will direct it. MARCELLUS. Nay, let's follow him. (Exeunt.) [A more remote part of the same platform to which the GHOST has led 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 HAMLET. Alas, poor ghost! GHOST. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold. HAMLET. Speak; I am bound to hear. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear. What? HAMLET. GHOST. I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature bid |