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SCENE II.
The Platform.Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus.
Hamlet.
The air bites shrewdly—it is very cold.
Horatio.
(Aside)
Why any fool, methinks, might that have told.
Hamlet.
What is't o'clock?
Horatio.
Half past eleven at most.—
Marcellus.
My watch says twelve .
Horatio.
But see! here comes the ghost.
Enter Ghost.
Hamlet.
Zounds! here's a pretty rig! O Lord, defend us!
Prythee no more such frightful spectres send us!
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Be thou or æther-puff'd or sulphur-cramm'd;
Be thy intents indiff'rent, good, or bad,
I'll speak to thee, thou look'st so like my dad.
In a trim grave so snugly wast thou lain,
Say what the devil brought thee out again?
I like a joke myself; but 'tis not right,
To come and frighten us to death at night.
Say, why is this? and straight the reason tell us,
For fright'ning me, Horatio, and Marcellus.—
Horatio.
He'd have a tête-à-tête with you—alone.
Hamlet.
Would he?—Here goes then—now, my cock, lead on!
Marcellus.
You shall not go.
Horatio.
Perhaps he means to kill you.
Hamlet.
You'd better hold your jaw ,—be quiet, will you?
Horatio.
Now blow me if you go.
Hamlet.
My fate cries out
And gives me pluck—so mind what you're about.
Still am I call'd—paws off—the time we're wasting—
Come, brush; or else I'll give you both a basting.
[Breaking from them.
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Lead on, I'll quickly follow.
(To Hor. and Mar.)
Wait here, and if I want ye, lads, I'll hollo.
[Exeunt Ghost and Ham. Hor. and Mar.
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