I say, away! Go on; I'll follow thee. [Breaking from them. Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. Horatio and Marcellus follow slowly. Scene Fourth.—ANOTHER PART of the Platform. [Enter Ghost and Hamlet. Hamlet. Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak; I'll go no further. My hour is almost come, When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. Alas! poor ghost! Hamlet. 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. What? Hamlet. Ghost. I am thy father's spirit; Doomed for a certain term to walk the night, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.— List, list, O, list!- Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. Hamlet. Haste me to know 't, that I, with wings as swift May sweep to my revenge. I find thee apt; Now, Hamlet, hear: Ghost. 'T is given out that, sleeping in mine orchard, |