ACT I. SCENE
A PLATFORM BEFORE THE CASTLE OF ELSINEUR.
HAMLET, HORATIO, MARCELLUS, AND THE GHOST.
Hamlet. IT wafts me still:Go on,
I'll follow thee.
Mar. You shall not go, my lord.
Ham. Hold off your hand.
Hor. Be rul'd, you shall not go.
Ham. 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 from them. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of
him that lets me:
I say, away:Go on, I'll follow thee.
Painted by Henry Fuseli, R. A. Engraved by Robert
ELSINEUR; A ROOM IN THE CASTLE.
KING, QUEEN, LAERTES, OPHELIA, &c.
Ophelia. THERE'S fennel for you, and
columbines:there's rue for you; and here's
some for me:we may call it herb-grace o' Sundays:oh,
you must wear your rue with a difference.There's
a daisy':I would give you some
violets; but they withered all, when my father died:
They say, he made a good end,
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,
Laer. Thought and affliction, passion,
hell itself, She turns to favour, and to prettiness.
Oph. And will he not come again?
-And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead,
Go to thy death-bed,
He never will come again.
His beard as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll:
He is gone, he is gone,
And we ca'st away moan:
Gramercy on his soul!
And of all Christian souls!' I pray God. God be wi'
Laer. Do you 'see this, O God? [Exit Ophelia.
Painted by Benjamin West, President R. A. Engraved
by Francis Legat.