where we quietly buried you, has opened up its heavy marble jaws
to spit you out again. What could it mean that you have put on your
armor again, you corpse, and have come back to look at the moon,
making the night terrifying and stirring us humans with supernatural
fears? Why? What do you want from us? What should we do?
GHOST beckons
HAMLET
The GHOST motions for
HAMLET to come with it.
HORATIO
It beckons you to go away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.
HORATIO
It wants you to go off with it, as if it wants to tell you
something alone.
MARCELLUS
Look, with what courteous action
It waves you to a more removèd ground.
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But do not go with it.
MARCELLUS
Look how politely it's pointing you to a place
that's farther away. But don't go.
HORATIO
No, by no means.
HORATIO
Definitely not.
HAMLET
It will not speak. Then I will follow it.
HAMLET
It's not going to speak, so I'll follow
it.
HORATIO
Do not, my lord.
HORATIO
Don't do it, sir.
HAMLET
Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life in a pin's fee,
And for my soul—what can it do to that,
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Being a thing immortal as itself?
It waves me forth again. I'll follow it.
HAMLET
Why, what's the danger? I don't value my
life one bit. And as for my soul, how can the ghost endanger that,
since it's as immortal as the ghost is? Look,
it's waving me over 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,
HORATIO
What if it tempts you to jump into the sea, sir? Or to the
terrifying cliff that overhangs the water,
