Hamlet by William Shakespeare
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    • And draw you into madness? think of it:
    The very place puts toys of desperation,
    Without more motive, into every brain
    That looks so many fadoms to the sea
    And hears it roar beneath.
    Ham.
    It waves me still.­
    Go on; I'll follow thee.
    Mar.
    You shall not go, my lord.
    Ham.
    Hold off your hands.
    Hor.
    Be rul'd; you shall not go.
    Ham.
    My fate cries out,
    And makes each petty artery in this body
    As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.­
    [Ghost beckons.]
    Still am I call'd;­unhand me, gentlemen;­
    [Breaking free from them.]
    By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!­
    I say, away!­Go on; I'll follow thee.
    [Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet.]
    Hor.
    He waxes desperate with imagination.
    Mar.
    Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
    Hor.
    Have after.­To what issue will this come?
    Mar.
    Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
    Hor.
    Heaven will direct it.
    Mar.
    Nay, let's follow him.
    [Exeunt.]