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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:43:19 GMT
HORATIO
Look, my lord, it comes!
Enter Ghost
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:43:34 GMT
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
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:43:47 GMT
HORATIO
It beckons you to go away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:43:57 GMT
MARCELLUS
Look, with what courteous action
It waves you to a more removed ground:
But do not go with it.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:44:07 GMT
HORATIO
No, by no means.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:44:17 GMT
HAMLET
It will not speak; then I will follow it.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:44:29 GMT
HORATIO
Do not, my lord.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:44:39 GMT
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.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:46:26 GMT
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.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:46:39 GMT
HAMLET
It waves me still.
Go on; I'll follow thee.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:46:51 GMT
MARCELLUS
You shall not go, my lord.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:47:02 GMT
HAMLET
Hold off your hands.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:47:12 GMT
HORATIO
Be ruled; you shall not go.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:47:25 GMT
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
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:47:38 GMT
HORATIO
He waxes desperate with imagination.
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