HOR. Have after:-To what issue will this come? MAR. Something is rotten in the state of Den HAM. Where wilt thou lead me? Speak, I'll go. Whether. 4tos. & 1603. no further. My hour is almost come, Нам. Alas, poor ghost! When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. GHOST. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold. Нам. Speak, I am bound to hear. GHOST. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear. HAM. What? GHOST. I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fire,(95) Are burnt and purg'd away.(96) But that I am forbid I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word "Have after] i. e. take, or betake yourself, after! follow! b Heaven will direct it] i. e. " the state of Denmark," to health and soundness. D Would harrow up thy soul;" freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; (97) * knotted. Thy knotty* and combined locks to part, 4tos. And each particular hair to stand on end," + porpen- Like quills upon the fretful porcupine:+ tine. O. C. But this eternal blazon must not be list, list, To ears of flesh and blood: (98)-List, Hamlet,‡ O list! O list. 4tos. § God. 4tos. & 1603. || So 4tos. Haste, baste &c. If thou didst ever thy dear father love, HAM. O heaven! § GHOST. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. HAM. Murder? GHOST. Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. HAM. Haste me to know it; that I, with || wings as swift that with. As meditation, or the thoughts of love,(99) with. 1632. May sweep to my revenge. 1623, & I GHOST. I find thee apt; And duller should'st thou be than the fat weed ¶ rootes. That rots¶ itself in ease on Lethe wharf,(100) 4tos. & 1603. ** So 4tos. & 1603. Its. 1623, 32. с Would'st thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear: Rankly abus'd: but know, thou noble youth, ++heart. The serpent that did sting thy father's life,†† Now wears his crown. 1603. HAM. O, my prophetick soul! my uncle! a harrow up thy soul] i. e. agitate and convulse. Horat. See I. 1. bhair to stand on end] A common image of that day. Standing as frighted with erected haire." Drayton's Moses his Birth, B. II. 4to. 1633. e orchard] i. e. garden. See Jul. Cæs. II. Orchard the scene. d forged process] i. e. report of proceedings. GHOST. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,(101) * So 4tos. 32. + So 4tos. this. 1623, 32. With witchcraft of his wits, with* traitorous gifts, hath. 1623, To those of mine! But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven But, soft! methinks, I scent the morning § air; Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand, с So 1623, 32. would sate-from. 4to. 1603. sort. 4tos. So 4tos. morning's. 1623, 32. I of. 4tos. ¶ So 4tos. & 1603. Aygre. 1623, 32. ** So 4tos. bak'd.1623, 32. And all my smooth body, barked,and tetter'd over. 1603. Of life, of crown, of queen, at once despatch'd:+††† depriv a Decline upon a wretch] i. e. with degradation stoop to. See Tr. & Cr. IV. 5. Nestor. b secure] i. e. unguarded. ed. 1603. с e eager droppings into milk] i. e. sharp, acid. Aigre, Fr. d despatch'd] i. e. " quickly bereaved, despoiled." Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, * adieu. Adieu, adieu, Hamlet!* remember me. 4tos: [Exit. HAM. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple hell?-O fye!"-Hold, my heart! All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,d O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables, my tables-meet it is, I set it down, a luxury] i. e. lasciviousness. See Tr. & Cr. V. 2. Thersit. b And shall I couple hell?-0 fye!-] i. e. mend thy thought! stain not thy mind with an association so unfit and unworthy. с saws of books] i. e. maxims, sayings. See song at the end of L. L. L. d pressures past] i. e. impressions heretofore made. At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark: [Writing. So, uncle, there you are, Now to my word; (107) It is, Adieu, adieu!* remember me. * Adew. 4tos. adue." 1623, 32. Heaven secure him! So be it! + HAML. 4tos. HOR. [Within] Illo, ho, ho, my lord! HAM. Hillo, ho, ho, boy!(108) come, bird, come. (109) ‡ and, Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS, 4tos. HAM. How say you then; would heart of man once think it? But you'll be secret, HOR. MAR. Ay, by heaven, my lord. HAM. There's ne'er a villain, dwelling in all Denmark, But he's an arrant knave. HOR. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave, To tell us this, Нам. Why, right; you are in the right; I hold it fit, that we shake hands, and part: For hath, 4tos. |