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HAMLET

Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn’d, [40]
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. [45]
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 [50]
To cast thee up again. Wath may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous and we fools of nature

So horridly to shake our disposition [55]
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Say why is this? Wherefore? What should we do?

Ghost beckons.

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 [60]
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 I will follow it.