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SCENE IV. The platform.
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Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS
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HAMLET
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The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
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HORATIO
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It is a nipping and an eager air.
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HAMLET
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What hour now?
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HORATIO
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I think it lacks of twelve.
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HAMLET
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No, it is struck.
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HORATIO
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Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season
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Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
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A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within
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What does this mean, my lord?
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HAMLET
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The king doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,
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Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels;
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And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
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The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out
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The triumph of his pledge.
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HORATIO
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Is it a custom?
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HAMLET
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Ay, marry, is't:
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But to my mind, though I am native here
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And to the manner born, it is a custom
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More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
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This heavy-headed revel east and west
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Makes us traduced and tax'd of other nations:
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They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
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Soil our addition; and indeed it takes
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From our achievements, though perform'd at height,
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The pith and marrow of our attribute.
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So, oft it chances in particular men,
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That for some vicious mole of nature in them,
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As, in their birth--wherein they are not guilty,
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Since nature cannot choose his origin--
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By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
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Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,
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Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens
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The form of plausive manners, that these men,
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Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
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Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,--
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Their virtues else--be they as pure as grace,
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As infinite as man may undergo--
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Shall in the general censure take corruption
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From that particular fault: the dram of eale
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Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
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To his own scandal.
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HORATIO
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Look, my lord, it comes!
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Enter Ghost
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HAMLET
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Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
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Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
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Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
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Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
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Thou comest in such a questionable shape
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That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet,
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King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
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Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell
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Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
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Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
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Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
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Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,
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To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
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That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
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Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
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Making night hideous; and we fools of nature
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So horridly to shake our disposition
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With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
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Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?
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Ghost beckons HAMLET
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HORATIO
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It beckons you to go away with it,
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As if it some impartment did desire
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To you alone.
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MARCELLUS
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Look, with what courteous action
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It waves you to a more removed ground:
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But do not go with it.
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HORATIO
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No, by no means.
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HAMLET
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It will not speak; then I will follow it.
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HORATIO
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Do not, my lord.
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HAMLET
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Why, what should be the fear?
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I do not set my life in a pin's fee;
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And for my soul, what can it do to that,
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Being a thing immortal as itself?
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It waves me forth again: I'll follow it.
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HORATIO
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What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
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Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
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That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
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And there assume some other horrible form,
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Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
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And draw you into madness? think of it:
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The very place puts toys of desperation,
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Without more motive, into every brain
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That looks so many fathoms to the sea
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And hears it roar beneath.
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HAMLET
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It waves me still.
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Go on; I'll follow thee.
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MARCELLUS
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You shall not go, my lord.
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HAMLET
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Hold off your hands.
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HORATIO
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Be ruled; you shall not go.
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HAMLET
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My fate cries out,
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And makes each petty artery in this body
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As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
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Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen.
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By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!
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I say, away! Go on; I'll follow thee.
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Exeunt Ghost and HAMLET
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HORATIO
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He waxes desperate with imagination.
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MARCELLUS
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Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
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HORATIO
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Have after. To what issue will this come?
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MARCELLUS
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Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
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HORATIO
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Heaven will direct it.
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MARCELLUS
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Nay, let's follow him.
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Exeunt
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