Page 232 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

And makes each petty artire in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion’s nerve.
Still am I call’d. Unhand me, gentlemen.
By heaven, I’ll make a ghost of him that lets me. [85]

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. [90]

HORATIO

Heaven will direct it.

MARCELLUS

Nay, let’s follow him.
Exeunt.

Scene V IT

Enter Ghost and Hamlet.

HAMLET

Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak, I’ll go no further.

GHOST
Mark me.