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      Is it a custom?

Hamlet

      Ay marry is't;

      And to my mind, though I am native here,

      And to the manner born, it is a custom

      More honour'd in the breach than the observance.

      This heavy-headed revel east and west

      Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations:

      They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase

      Soil our addition; and indeed it takes

      From our achievements, though perform'd at height,

      The pith and marrow of our attribute.

      So oft it chances in particular men

      That for some vicious mole of nature in them,

      As in their birth, wherein they are not guilty,

      Since nature cannot choose his origin,

      By their o'ergrowth of some complexion,

      Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason;

      Or by some habit, that too much o'erleavens

      The form of plausive manners;-that these men,

      Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,

      Being Nature's livery or Fortune's star, —

      His virtues else, – be they as pure as grace,

      As infinite as man may undergo,

      Shall in the general censure take corruption

      From that particular fault. The dram of evil

      Doth all the noble substance of a doubt

      To his own scandal.

Horatio

      Look, my lord, it comes!

      [Enter Ghost]

Hamlet

      Angels and ministers of grace defend us!

      Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,

      Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,

      Be thy intents wicked or charitable,

      Thou com'st in such a questionable shape

      That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet,

      King, father, royal Dane. O, answer me!

      Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell

      Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death,

      Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,

      Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,

      Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws

      To cast thee up again! What may this mean,

      That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel,

      Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,

      Making night hideous, and we fools of nature

      So horridly to shake our disposition

      With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?

      Say, why is this? Wherefore? What should we do?

      [Ghost beckons Hamlet]

Horatio

      It beckons you to go away with it,

      As if it some impartment did desire

      To you alone.

Marcellus

      Look with what courteous action

      It waves you to a more removed ground.

      But do not go with it.

Horatio

      No, by no means.

Hamlet

      It will not speak; then will I follow it.

Horatio

      Do not, my lord.

Hamlet

      Why, what should be the fear?

      I do not set my life at a pin's fee;

      And for my soul, what can it do to that,

      Being a thing immortal as itself?

      It waves me forth again. I'll follow it.

Horatio

      What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,

      Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff

      That beetles o'er his base into the sea,

      And there assume some other horrible form

      Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason,

      And draw you into madness? Think of it.

      The very place puts toys of desperation,

      Without more motive, into every brain

      That looks so many fathoms to the sea

      And hears it roar beneath.

Hamlet

      It waves me still.

      Go on, I'll follow thee.

Marcellus

      You shall not go, my lord.

Hamlet

      Hold off your hands.

Horatio

      Be rul'd; you shall not go.

Hamlet

      My fate cries out,

      And makes each petty artery in this body

      As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

      [Ghost beckons]

      Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen.

      [Breaking free from them]

      By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

      I say, away! – Go on, I'll follow thee.

      [Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet]

Horatio

      He waxes desperate with imagination.

Marcellus

      Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.

Horatio

      Have after. To what issue will this come?

Marcellus

      Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Horatio

      Heaven will direct it.

Marcellus

      Nay, let's follow him.

      [Exeunt]

      Scene V

      A more remote part of the Castle

      Enter Ghost and Hamlet

Hamlet

      Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak, I'll go

                               no further.

Ghost

      Mark me.

Hamlet

      I will.

Ghost

      My hour is almost come,

      When I to sulph'rous and tormenting flames

      Must render up myself.

Hamlet

      Alas, poor ghost!

Ghost

      Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing

      To what I shall unfold.

Hamlet

      Speak, I am bound to hear.

Ghost

      So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.

Hamlet

      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 fires,

      Till the foul

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