PLATE XCIII.

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           Act I. Scene IV


           THE PLATFORM.


HAMLET, HORATIO, MAR CELL US, and GHOST

  Hamlet.-
Go on: I'll follow thee.
  Marcelltts,-You shall not
  Hamlet.-

It waves me still.

go, my lord.

Hold off your hands.

  J-fQra/io.-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
 I say, away!  Go on: Ill follow thee.


        Pain/ed by HENRY FUSELI, R. A.