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William Shakespeare (1564–1616).  The Tragedy of Hamlet Prince of Denmark.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
 
Act I
 
Scene I
 
 
[Elsinore. A platform before the castle]
FRANCISCO [at his post. Enter to him] BERNARDO

  Bernardo  WHO’S there?
  Fran.  Nay, answer me. Stand, and unfold yourself.
  Ber.  Long live the king!
  Fran.  Bernardo?        4
  Ber.  He.
  Fran.  You come most carefully upon your hour.
  Ber.  ’Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco.
  Fran.  For this relief much thanks. ’Tis bitter cold,        8
And I am sick at heart.
  Ber.  Have you had quiet guard?
  Fran.        Not a mouse stirring.
  Ber.  Well, good-night.        12
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
The rivals 1 of my watch, bid them make haste.
 
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS

  Fran.  I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who’s there?
  Hor.  Friends to this ground.        16
  Mar.        And liegemen to the Dane.
  Fran.  Give you good-night.
  Mar.        O, farewell, honest soldier.
Who hath reliev’d you?        20
  Fran.        Bernardo has my place.
Give you good-night  Exit.
  Mar.  Holla! Bernardo!
  Ber.        Say,        24
What, is Horatio there?
  Hor.        A piece of him.
  Ber.  Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus.
  Hor.  What, has this thing appear’d again to-night?        28
  Ber.  I have seen nothing.
  Mar.  Horatio says ’tis but our fantasy,
And will not let belief take hold of him
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us;        32
Therefore I have entreated him along
With us to watch the minutes of this night,
That if again this apparition come,
He may approve our eyes and speak to it.        36
  Hor.  Tush, tush, ’twill not appear.
  Ber.        Sit down a while,
And let us once again assail your ears,
That are so fortified against our story,        40
What we two nights have seen.
  Hor.        Well, sit we down,
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
  Ber.  Last night of all,        44
When yond same star that’s westward from the pole
Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
The bell then beating one,—        48
 
Enter Ghost

  Mar.  Peace, break thee off! Look, where it comes again!
  Ber.  In the same figure, like the king that’s dead.
  Mar.  Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
  Ber.  Looks it not like the King? Mark it, Horatio.        52
  Hor.  Most like; it harrows me with fear and wonder.
  Ber.  It would be spoke to.
  Mar.        Question it, Horatio.
  Hor.  What art thou that usurp’st this time of night,        56
Together with that fair and warlike form
In which the majesty of buried Denmark
Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee, speak!
  Mar.  It is offended.        60
  Ber.        See, it stalks away!
  Hor.  Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!  Exit Ghost.
  Mar.  ’Tis gone, and will not answer.
  Ber.  How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale.        64
Is not this something more than fantasy?
What think you on’t?
  Hor.  Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible 2 and true avouch 3        68
Of mine own eyes.
  Mar.        Is it not like the King?
  Hor.  As thou art to thyself.
Such was the very armour he had on        72
When he the ambitious Norway combated.
So frown’d he once, when, in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
’Tis strange.        76
  Mar.  Thus twice before, and jump 4 at this dead hour,
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
  Hor.  In what particular thought to work I know not;
But, in the gross and scope 5 of my opinion,        80
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
  Mar.  Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
Why this same strict and most observant watch
So nightly toils the subject of the land,        84
And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
And foreign mart for implements of war;
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
Does not divide the Sunday from the week.        88
What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day,
Who is’t that can inform me?
  Hor.        That can I;        92
At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
Whose image even but now appear’d to us,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
Thereto prick’d on by a most emulate pride,        96
Dar’d to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet—
For so this side of our known world esteem’d him—
Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal’d compact,
Well ratified by law and heraldry,        100
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
Which he stood seiz’d of, 6 to the conqueror;
Against the which, a moiety competent
Was gaged 7 by our king; which had return’d        104
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,
And carriage of the article design’d, 8
His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,        108
Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
Shark’d up 9 a list of landless resolutes,
For food and diet, to some enterprise        112
That hath a stomach 10 in ’t; which is no other—
As it doth well appear unto our state—
But to recover of us, by strong hand
And terms compulsative, 11 those foresaid lands        116
So by his father lost; and this, I take it,
Is the main motive of our preparations,
The source of this our watch, and the chief head
Of this post-haste and romage 12 in the land.        120
  [Ber.  I think it be no other but e’en so.
Well may it sort 13 that this portentous figure
Comes armed through our watch, so like the King
That was and is the question of these wars.        124
  Hor.  A mote it is to trouble the mind’s eye.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead        128
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
 
As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
Upon whose influence Neptune’s empire stands        132
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.
And even the like precurse of fierce events,
As harbingers 14 preceding still the fates
And prologue to the omen coming on,        136
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
Unto our climatures 15 and countrymen.]
 
Re-enter Ghost

But soft, behold! Lo, where it comes again!
I’ll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!        140
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
Speak to me;
If there be any good thing to be done
That may to thee do ease and grace to me,        144
Speak to me;
If thou art privy to thy country’s fate,
Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,
O speak!        148
Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extroted treasure in the womb of earth,
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
Speak of it; stay, and speak!  (Cock crows.)        152
Stop it, Marcellus.
  Mar.  Shall I strike at it with my partisan? 16
  Hor.  Do, if it will not stand.
  Ber.        ’Tis here!        156
  Hor.        ’Tis here!
  Mar.  ’Tis gone!  Exit Ghost.
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the show of violence;        160
For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows malicious mockery.
  Ber.  It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
  Hor.  And then it started like a guilty thing        164
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,        168
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant 17 and erring 18 spirit hies
To his confine; and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.        172
  Mar.  It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever ’gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long;        176
And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, 19
No fairy takes, 20 nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow’d and so gracious is the time.        180
  Hor.  So have I heard and do in part believe it.
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
Break we our watch up; and, by my advice,        184
Let us impart what we have seen to-night
Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,
This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,        188
As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
  Mar.  Let’s do ’t, I pray; and I this morning know
Where we shall find him most conveniently.  Exeunt.
 
Note 1. Partners. [back]
Note 2. Appealing to the senses. [back]
Note 3. Evidence. [back]
Note 4. Precisely. [back]
Note 5. General view. [back]
Note 6. Possessed of. [back]
Note 7. Pledged. [back]
Note 8. Tenor of the agreement. [back]
Note 9. Gathered in. [back]
Note 10. Relish. [back]
Note 11. Compulsory. [back]
Note 12. Turmoil. [back]
Note 13. Agree. [back]
Note 14. Fore-runners. [back]
Note 15. Regions. [back]
Note 16. Halberd. [back]
Note 17. Wandering beyond bounds. [back]
Note 18. Wandering beyond bounds. [back]
Note 19. Exert evil influence. [back]
Note 20. Charms. [back]
 

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