Read the passage from Hamlet, Act I, Scene iii.Hamlet: 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 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.]