CLAUDIUS, king of Denmark.
HAMLET, son to the former, and nephew to the present king.
POLONIUS, lord chamberlain.
HORATIO, friend to Hamlet.
LAERTES, son to Polonius.

A Gentleman,
A Priest.
FRANCISCO, a soldier.
REYNALDO, servant to Polonius.
Two Clowns, gravediggers.
FORTINBRAS, prince of Norway.
A Captain.
English Ambassadors.

} oficers.

GERTRUDE, queen of Denmark.
OPHELIA, daughter to Polonius.

Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, and

other Attendants.

Ghost of Hamlet's father.


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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 ! 1 Fran. Bernardo ? 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 ?

Not a mouse stirring.
Ber. Well, good-night.
If do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
Fran. I think I hear them.-Stand, ho! who is



Hor. Friends to this ground.

And liegemen to the Dane.
Fran. Give you good-night.

O, farewell, honest soldier: Who hath reliev'd you ? Fran.

Bernardo has my place. Give you good-night.

[E.cit. Mar.

Holla! Bernardo !

What, is Horatio there ?

A piece of him.
Ber. Welcome, Horatio ; welcome, good Marcellus.
Mar. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night ?
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 :
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.

Hor. Tush, tush ! 'twill not appear.

Sit down awhile ; And let us once again assail your ears,

That are so fortified against our story,
What we two nights have seen.

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 again !

Enter Ghost. Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead. Mar. Thou art a scholar ; speak to it, Horatio.3 Ber. Looks it not like the king ? mark it, Horatio. 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,
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.

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 :
Is not this something more than fantasy ?
What think you on’t?

I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.

Is it not like the king ?
Hor. As thou art to thyself:
Such was the very arm

our he had on

When he the ambitious Norway combated ;
So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.4
'Tis strange.

Mar. Thus, twice before, and just 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 my 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 Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day ; Who is't that can inforın me? Hor.

That can I;
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,
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,
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands,
Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror :
Against the which, a moiety competent
Was gaged by our king ; which had return'd
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant
And carriage of the article design'd,
His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,

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