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Claudius, king of Denmark.
Gertrude, queen of Denmark, and mother of Hamlet. Ophelia, daughter of Polonius.
Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Grave-diggers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendants,
Sc ENE, Elsinore.
H A M L ET,
ACT I. SCENE I. Elsinore. A Platform before the Castle.
FRANCIsco on his Post. Enter to him BERN ARDO.
Bernardo. Who's there : Fran. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold Yourself. Ber. Long live the king ! Fran. Bernardo 2 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, And I am sick at heart.
Ber. Have you had quiet guard?
Fran. Not a mouse stirring.
Ber. Well, good night.
Enter Horatio and MARCELLUs. Fran. I think, I hear them.—Stand, ho Who is
there ! Hor. Friends to this ground. Mar. And liegemen to the Dane, Fran. Give you good night. Mar. O, farewell, honest soldier: Who hath reliev'd you? a Fran. Bernardo hath my place. Give you good night. [Erit FRANcisco. Mar. Holla! Bernardo! Ber. Say. What, is Horatio there? Hor. A piece of him. Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus. Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again tonight?
Ber. I have seen nothing.
Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy;
Hor. Tush! tush ' 'twill not appear.
Ber. Sit down awhile; And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story,
* Make good or establish.
What we two nights have seen.
Hor. Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Ber. Last night of all, When yon 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,—
Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes
Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead.
Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.
wonder. Ber. It would be spoke to. Mar. Speak to it, Horatio. Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night,
Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march 2 by heaven I charge thee, - speak.
Mar. It is offended.
Ber. See! it stalks away.
Hor. Stay; speak: speak I charge thee, speak.
- [Erit Ghost. Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
Ber. How, now, Horatio 2 you tremble, and look pale : Is not this something more than fantasy: What think you of it? Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes. Mar. Is it not like the king 2 Hor. As thou art to thyself: Such was the very armour he had on, When he the ambitious Norway combated ; So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,4 He smote the sledded 3 Polack" on the ice. Tis strange. Mar. Thus, twice before, and jumps 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 of mine opinion, 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; 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: What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
4 Dispute. 5 Sledge. • Polander, an inhabitant of Poland. 7 Just.