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Hor. It beckons you to go away with it,
Mar. Look, with what courteous action
No, by no means.
Why, what should be the fear? · I do not set my life at a pin's fee ;3
And, for my soul, what can it do to that,
Hor. What, if it tempt you toward the flood,
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff,
It waves me still :-
Mar. You shall not go, my lord.
- a more removed ground: ] i. e. remote.
pin's fee ;] The value of a pin. 4 That beetles o'er his base —] That hangs o'er his base, like what is called a beetle brow. A verb probably of our author's coinage.
se deprive your sovereignty of reason,] i. e. your ruling power of reason. When poets wish to invest any quality or virtue with uncommon splendour, they do it by some allusion to regal eminence.
6 puts toys of desperation,] Toys, for whims.
hånds. Hor. Be ruld, you shall not go. Ham.
My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Némeon lion's nerve.
[Ghost beckons. Still am I call'd ;unhand me, gentlemen ;
[Breaking from them. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me: I say, away :-Go on, I'll follow thee.
[Ereunt Ghost and HAMLET. Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination. Mar. Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him. Hor. Have after :-To what issue will this come? Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Den
mark Hor. Heaven will direct it. Mar:
Nay, let's follow him,
A more remote Part of the Platform,
Re-enter Ghost and HAMLET. Ham. Whither wilt thou lead me? speak, I'll go
no further. Ghost. Mark me. Ham.
I will. Ghost.
My hour is almost come, When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. Ham.
Alas, poor ghost !
1_that lets me;] To let among our old authors signifies to prevent, to hinder. It is still a word current in the law, and to be found in almost all leases.
Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold. Ham.
Speak, I am bound to hear. Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
Ham. O heaven!
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 meditation, or the thoughts of love,
I find thee apt;
8 And duller should'st thou be than the fat weed
That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,] Shakspeare, apparently through ignorance, makes Roman Catholicks of these Pagan Danes; and here gives a description of purgatory; but yet mixes it with the Pagan fable of Lethe's wharf.