Act 1, Scene 4
The platform.
- [Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus.]
- Hamlet
- 607 The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
- Horatio
- 608 It is a nipping and an eager air.
- Hamlet
- 609 What hour now?
- Horatio
- 610 I think it lacks of twelve.
- Marcellus
- 611 No, it is struck.
- Horatio
- 612 Indeed? I heard it not: then draws near the season
- 613 Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
- [A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off within.]
- Horatio
- 614 What does this mean, my lord?
- Hamlet
- 615 The King doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,
- 616 Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels;
- 617 And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
- 618 The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out
- 619 The triumph of his pledge.
- Horatio
- 620 Is it a custom?
- Hamlet
- 621 Ay, marry, is't;
- 622 But to my mind,—though I am native here,
- 623 And to the manner born,—it is a custom
- 624 More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
- 625 This heavy-headed revel east and west
- 626 Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations:
- 627 They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
- 628 Soil our addition; and, indeed, it takes
- 629 From our achievements, though perform'd at height,
- 630 The pith and marrow of our attribute.
- 631 So oft it chances in particular men
- 632 That, for some vicious mole of nature in them,
- 633 As in their birth,—wherein they are not guilty,
- 634 Since nature cannot choose his origin,—
- 635 By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
- 636 Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason;
- 637 Or by some habit, that too much o'er-leavens
- 638 The form of plausive manners;—that these men,—
- 639 Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
- 640 Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,—
- 641 Their virtues else,—be they as pure as grace,
- 642 As infinite as man may undergo,—
- 643 Shall in the general censure take corruption
- 644 From that particular fault: the dram of eale
- 645 Doth all the noble substance often doubt
- 646 To his own scandal.
- Horatio
- 647 Look, my lord, it comes!
- [Enter Ghost.]
- Hamlet
- 648 Angels and ministers of grace defend us!—
- 649 Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
- 650 Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
- 651 Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
- 652 Thou com'st in such a questionable shape
- 653 That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet,
- 654 King, father, royal Dane; O, answer me!
- 655 Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell
- 656 Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death,
- 657 Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
- 658 Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn'd,
- 659 Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws
- 660 To cast thee up again! What may this mean,
- 661 That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel,
- 662 Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
- 663 Making night hideous, and we fools of nature
- 664 So horridly to shake our disposition
- 665 With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
- 666 Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?
- [Ghost beckons Hamlet.]
- Horatio
- 667 It beckons you to go away with it,
- 668 As if it some impartment did desire
- 669 To you alone.
- Marcellus
- 670 Look with what courteous action
- 671 It waves you to a more removed ground:
- 672 But do not go with it!
- Horatio
- 673 No, by no means.
- Hamlet
- 674 It will not speak; then will I follow it.
- Horatio
- 675 Do not, my lord.
- Hamlet
- 676 Why, what should be the fear?
- 677 I do not set my life at a pin's fee;
- 678 And for my soul, what can it do to that,
- 679 Being a thing immortal as itself?
- 680 It waves me forth again;—I'll follow it.
- Horatio
- 681 What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
- 682 Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
- 683 That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
- 684 And there assume some other horrible form
- 685 Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason,
- 686 And draw you into madness? think of it:
- 687 The very place puts toys of desperation,
- 688 Without more motive, into every brain
- 689 That looks so many fadoms to the sea
- 690 And hears it roar beneath.
- Hamlet
- 691 It waves me still.—
- 692 Go on; I'll follow thee.
- Marcellus
- 693 You shall not go, my lord.
- Hamlet
- 694 Hold off your hands.
- Horatio
- 695 Be rul'd; you shall not go.
- Hamlet
- 696 My fate cries out,
- 697 And makes each petty artery in this body
- 698 As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.—
- [Ghost beckons.]
- Hamlet
- 699 Still am I call'd;—unhand me, gentlemen;—
- [Breaking free from them.]
- Hamlet
- 700 By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!—
- 701 I say, away!—Go on; I'll follow thee.
- [Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet.]
- Horatio
- 702 He waxes desperate with imagination.
- Marcellus
- 703 Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
- Horatio
- 704 Have after.—To what issue will this come?
- Marcellus
- 705 Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
- Horatio
- 706 Heaven will direct it.
- Marcellus
- 707 Nay, let's follow him.
- [Exeunt.]