DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. CLAUDIUS, king of Denmark. HAMLET, son to the former, and nephew to the present king. GERTRUDE, queen of Denmark. OPHELIA, daughter to Polonius. Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendants. Ghost of Hamlet's father. SCENE.-ELSINORE. SCENE I.-Elsinore. A Platform before the Castle. 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? Ber. Well, good-night. Not a mouse stirring. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch,2 bid them make haste. Fran. I think I hear them.-Stand, ho! who is Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus. 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; He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. And let us once again assail your ears, Sit down awhile; That are so fortified against our story, 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, 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. 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. Hor. Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak. Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. [Exit Ghost. Ber. How now, Horatio! you tremble, and look pale : Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on't? Hor. Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes. Mar. I might not this believe Is it not like the king? 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, '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 such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Hor. That can I; At least, the whisper goes so. Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands, Was gaged by our king; which had return'd To the inheritance of Fortinbras, Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, |