Hor. Look, my lord, it comes.
Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, 40
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet,
King, father, royal Dane; O! answer me: 45
Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell
Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death,
Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd, 49
Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws,
To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel 52
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? 56
Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?
Ghost beckons Hamlet.
Hor. It beckons you to go away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.
Mar. Look, with what courteous action 60
It waves you to a more removed ground:
But do not go with it.
Hor. No, by no means.
Ham. It will not speak; then, will I follow it.
39 ministers of grace: messengers of God
40 spirit of health: good spirit
goblin: evil spirit
43 questionable: inviting question
47 canoniz'd: buried according to the Church's rule
hearsed: coffined
48 cerements: grave-clothes
49 inurn'd: interred
53 glimpses of the moon: the earth by night
56 reaches: capacities
59 impartment: communication
