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. 

Ghost

Hamlet

 HAMLET. Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak, I’ll go no further. 

 GHOST. Mark me. 

 HAMLET. I will. 

 GHOST. My hour is almost come, When I to sulph’rous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. 

 HAMLET. Alas, poor ghost! 

 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. 

 HAMLET. What? 

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