Marcellus and Horatio do not want Hamlet to go with Ghost Hamlet. He goes anyway.
Oh, my prophetic soul! My uncle!
Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me. So the whole ear of Denmark is by a forged process of my death rankly abused. But know, thou noble youth, the serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown.
With all my imperfections on my head. O horrible, Oh horrible, most horrible! If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not. Let not the royal bed of Denmark be a couch for luxury and damned incest.
Yes, by heaven! O most pernicious woman! O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables, meet it is I set it down that one may smile and smile and be a villain. At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark.
There is no offense, my lord
Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is Horatio, and much offense, too. Touching this vision here, it is an honest ghost- that let me tell you. For you desire to know what is between us , O'ermaster't as you may. And now, good friends, as you are freinds, scholars, and soldiers, give me one poor request.