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Hamlet. Macbeth / Гамлет. Макбет
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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.
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.
