Codes
+ + = emendation; <> = First Folio; [ ] = Second Quarto only

+1.4+
                                          <Ghost> beckons.
HORATIO
          It beckons you to go away with it
          As if it some impartment did desire
          To you alone.                                           65
MARCELLUS           Look with what courteous action
          It waves you to a more removèd ground.
          But do not go with it.
HORATIO                             No, by no means.
HAMLET
          It will not speak. Then I will follow it.               70
HORATIO
          Do not, my lord.
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?                       75
          It waves me forth again. I'll follow it.
HORATIO
          What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord?
          Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
          That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
          And there assume some other horrible form               80
          Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
          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 fathoms to the sea                   85
          And hears it roar beneath.]
HAMLET
          It waves me still.-- Go on, I'll follow thee.
MARCELLUS
          You shall not go, my lord. +They hold back Hamlet.+
HAMLET                                  Hold off your hands.

HORATIO
          Be ruled. You shall not go.                             90
HAMLET                                  My fate cries out
          And makes each petty arture in this body
          As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
          Still am I called. Unhand me, gentlemen.
          By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!       95
          I say, away!--Go on. I'll follow thee.
                             Ghost and Hamlet exit.
HORATIO
          He waxes desperate with imagination.
MARCELLUS
          Let's follow. 'Tis not fit thus to obey him.
HORATIO
          Have after. To what issue will this come?
MARCELLUS
          Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.           100
HORATIO
          Heaven will direct it.

MARCELLUS                           Nay, let's follow him.
                                         They exit.