The Ghost beckons Hamlet
HORATIO
It beckons you to go away with it,
As if some impartment did desire
To you alone
MARCELLUS (to Hamlet) Look with what courteous action
It wafts 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.
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?
It waves me forth again. I'll follow it.
(Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Hamlet, p.182-183)