Mar. Look, with what courteous action 60
It waves you to a more removed ground:[394]
But do not go with it.
Hor. No, by no means.[395]
Ham. It will not speak; then I will follow it.[396]
Hor. Do not, my lord.
Ham. Why, what should be the fear?[397]
I do not set my life at a pin's fee;[398] 65
And for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself?[399]
It waves me forth again: I'll follow it.
Hor. What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,[400]
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff[401] 70
That beetles o'er his base into the sea,[402]
And there assume some other horrible form,[403]
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason[404]
And draw you into madness? think of it:[405]
The very place puts toys of desperation,[406] 75
Without more motive, into every brain[406]
That looks so many fathoms to the sea[406]
And hears it roar beneath.[406][407][408]
Ham. It waves me still.[407]
Go on; I'll follow thee.
Mar. You shall not go, my lord.
Ham. Hold off your hands.[409] 80
Hor. Be ruled; you shall not go.