HORATIO No; by no means.
HAMLET It will not speak; then I will follow it.
HAMLET Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin’s fee; And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?— It waves me forth again: I’ll follow it.
MARCELLUS You shall not go, my lord.
HAMLET Hold off your hands.
HORATIO Be ruled; 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. Still am I call’d. Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I’ll make a ghost of him that lets me! I say, away!—Go on; I’ll follow thee!
[As Hamlet, impetuous, makes after the departing ghost,