Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedy of Hamlet/Act 1 Scene 4
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Enter Hamlet, Horatio, Marcellus.
Ham.
The Ayre bites shrewdly: is it very cold?
The Ayre bites shrewdly: is it very cold?
Hor.
It is a nipping and an eager ayre.
It is a nipping and an eager ayre.
Ham.
What hower now?
What hower now?
Hor.
I thinke it lacks of twelue.
I thinke it lacks of twelue.
Mar.
No, it is strooke.
No, it is strooke.
Hor.
Indeed I heard it not: then it drawes neere the season,
Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke.
What does this meane my Lord?
Indeed I heard it not: then it drawes neere the season,
Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke.
What does this meane my Lord?
Ham.
The King doth wake to night, and takes his rouse,
Keepes wassels and the swaggering vpspring reeles,
And as he dreines his draughts of Renish downe,
The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out
The triumph of his Pledge.
The King doth wake to night, and takes his rouse,
Keepes wassels and the swaggering vpspring reeles,
And as he dreines his draughts of Renish downe,
The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out
The triumph of his Pledge.
Horat.
Is it a custome?
Is it a custome?
Ham.
I marry ist;
And to my mind, though I am natiue heere,
And to the manner borne: It is a Custome
More honour'd in the breach, then the obseruance.
I marry ist;
And to my mind, though I am natiue heere,
And to the manner borne: It is a Custome
More honour'd in the breach, then the obseruance.
Enter Ghost.
Hor.
Looke my Lord, it comes.
Looke my Lord, it comes.
Ham.
Angels and Ministers of Grace defend vs:
Be thou a Spirit of health, or Goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee ayres from Heauen, or blasts from Hell,
Be thy euents wicked or charitable,
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape
That I will speake to thee. Ile call thee Hamlet,
King, Father, Royall Dane: Oh, oh, answer me,
Let me not burst in Ignorance; but tell
Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearsed in death,
Haue burst their cerments, why the Sepulcher
Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn'd,
Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes,
To cast thee vp againe? What may this meane?
That thou dead Coarse againe in compleat steele,
Reuisits thus the glimpses of the Moone,
Making Night hidious? And we fooles of Nature,
So horridly to shake our disposition,
With thoughts beyond thee; reaches of our Soules,
Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we doe?
Angels and Ministers of Grace defend vs:
Be thou a Spirit of health, or Goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee ayres from Heauen, or blasts from Hell,
Be thy euents wicked or charitable,
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape
That I will speake to thee. Ile call thee Hamlet,
King, Father, Royall Dane: Oh, oh, answer me,
Let me not burst in Ignorance; but tell
Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearsed in death,
Haue burst their cerments, why the Sepulcher
Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn'd,
Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes,
To cast thee vp againe? What may this meane?
That thou dead Coarse againe in compleat steele,
Reuisits thus the glimpses of the Moone,
Making Night hidious? And we fooles of Nature,
So horridly to shake our disposition,
With thoughts beyond thee; reaches of our Soules,
Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we doe?
Ghost beckens Hamlet.
Hor.
It beckons you to goe away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.
It beckons you to goe away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.
Mar.
Looke with what courteous action
It wafts you to a more remoued ground:
But doe not goe with it.
Looke with what courteous action
It wafts you to a more remoued ground:
But doe not goe with it.
Hor.
No, by no meanes.
No, by no meanes.
Ham.
It will not speake: then will I follow it.
It will not speake: then will I follow it.
Hor.
Doe not my Lord.
Doe not my Lord.
Ham.
Why, what should be the feare?
I doe not set my life at a pins fee;
And for my Soule, what can it doe to that?
Being a thing immortall as it selfe:
It waues me forth againe; Ile follow it.
Why, what should be the feare?
I doe not set my life at a pins fee;
And for my Soule, what can it doe to that?
Being a thing immortall as it selfe:
It waues me forth againe; Ile follow it.
Hor.
What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord?
Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe,
That beetles o're his base into the Sea,
And there assumes some other horrible forme,
Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reason,
And draw you into madnesse thinke of it?
What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord?
Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe,
That beetles o're his base into the Sea,
And there assumes some other horrible forme,
Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reason,
And draw you into madnesse thinke of it?
Ham.
It wafts me still: goe on, Ile follow thee.
It wafts me still: goe on, Ile follow thee.
Mar.
You shall not goe my Lord.
You shall not goe my Lord.
Ham.
Hold off your hand.
Hold off your hand.
Hor.
Be rul'd, you shall not goe.
Be rul'd, you shall not goe.
Ham.
My fate cries out,
And makes each petty Artire in this body,
As hardy as the Nemian Lions nerue:
Still am I cal'd? Vnhand me Gentlemen:
By Heau'n, Ile make a Ghost of him that lets me:
I say away, goe on, Ile follow thee.
Exeunt Ghost & Hamlet.
My fate cries out,
And makes each petty Artire in this body,
As hardy as the Nemian Lions nerue:
Still am I cal'd? Vnhand me Gentlemen:
By Heau'n, Ile make a Ghost of him that lets me:
I say away, goe on, Ile follow thee.
Exeunt Ghost & Hamlet.
Hor.
He waxes desperate with imagination.
He waxes desperate with imagination.
Mar.
Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
Hor.
Haue after, to what issue will this come?
Haue after, to what issue will this come?
Mar.
Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke.
Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke.
Hor.
Heauen will direct it.
Heauen will direct it.
Mar.
Exeunt.Nay, let's follow him.
Exeunt.Nay, let's follow him.