HORATIO Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season Wherein the spirit held its wont to walk.
[A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off within.]
What does this mean, my lord?
HAMLET The King doth wake to-night and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-start reels; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge....
HORATIO [Pointing.] My lord, it comes!
[Enter Ghost.]
HAMLET Angels and ministers of grace defend us!— Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn’d, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Thou comest in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee: I’ll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane: O answer me!... What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisit’st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? Say, why is this? Wherefore? What should we do?
[The Ghost beckons Hamlet.]
HORATIO It beckons you to go away with it, As if it some impartment did desire To you alone.
MARCELLUS Look with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground: But do not go with it.