Have burst their cerements; why. the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,[a 1]
Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws, 50
To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again, in complete[b 1] steel,
Revisit'st[a 2] thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous; and we fools of nature[b 2]
So horridly to shake our disposition 55
With thoughts beyond the reaches[a 3] of our souls?
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[a 4] you to a more removed ground:
But do not go with it.
Hor. No, by no means.
Ham. It will not speak; then I will[a 5] follow it.
Hor. Do not, my lord.
Ham. Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life at a pin's fee; 65
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.
