Act One Scene One
>>>Start of play
Enter Barnardo and Francisco two Sentinals.
---!!! First speech of play
--- Who's there?
Nay answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.
--- and unfold yourself.
Long live the King.
--- live the King.
You come most carefully upon your hour.
--- upon your hour.
'Tis now struck twelve, get thee to bed Francisco.
--- to bed Francisco.
For this relief much thanks: 'Tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
--- sick at heart.
Have you had quiet Guard?
--- had quiet Guard?
Not a Mouse stirring.
--- a Mouse stirring.
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
The Rivals of my Watch, bid them make haste.
>>> them make haste.
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
--- them make haste.
I think I hear them. Stand: who's there?
--- Stand: who's there?
Friends to this ground.
--- to this ground.
And Liege-men to the Dane.
--- to the Dane.
Give you good night.
--- you good night.
O farewell honest Soldier, who hath relieved you?
--- hath relieved you?
Barnardo has my place: give you goodnight.
>>> give you goodnight.
--- give you goodnight.
--- Holla Barnardo.
Say, what, is Horatio there?
--- is Horatio there?
A piece of him.
--- piece of him.
Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus.
--- welcome good Marcellus.
What, has this thing appeared again tonight.
--- appeared again tonight.
I have seen nothing.
--- have seen nothing.
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.
--- speak to it.
Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
--- '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.
--- Nights have seen.
Well, sit we down,
And let us hear Barnardo speak of this.
--- speak of this.
Last night of all,
When yon same Star that's Westward from the Pole
Had made his course t' illume that part of Heaven
Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
The Bell then beating one -
--- then beating one -
Peace, break thee off:
>>> break thee off:
Enter the Ghost.
Look where it comes again.
--- it comes again.
In the same figure, like the King that's dead.
--- King that's dead.
Thou art a Scholar; speak to it Horatio.
--- to it Horatio.
Looks it not like the King? Mark it Horatio.
--- Mark it Horatio.
Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.
--- fear and wonder.
It would be spoke to.
--- be spoke to.
Question it Horatio.
--- Question it Horatio.
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.
--- charge thee speak.
It is offended.
--- It is offended.
See, it stalks away.
--- it stalks away.
Stay: speak; speak: I Charge thee, speak.
>>> Charge thee, speak.
Exit the Ghost.
--- Charge thee, speak.
'Tis gone and will not answer.
--- will not answer.
How now, Horatio, you tremble and look pale:
Is not this something more than Fantasy?
What think you on't?
--- think you on't?
Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.
--- mine own eyes.
Is it not like the King?
--- like the King?
As thou art to thyself.
Such was the very Armour he had on,
When th' Ambitious Norway combated.
So frowned he once, when in an angry parle
He smote the sledded Pollack on the Ice.
--- Ice. 'Tis strange.
Thus twice before, and just at this dead hour,
With Martial stalk, hath he gone by our Watch.
--- by our Watch.
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.
--- to our State.
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 inform me?
--- can inform me?
That can I,
At least the whisper goes so. Our last King,
Whose Image even but now appeared to us,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway -
Thereto pricked on by a most emulate Pride -
Dared to the Combat, in which our Valiant Hamlet,
(For so this side of our known world esteemed him)
Did slay this Fortinbras, who by a Sealed Compact
Well ratified by Law and Heraldry
Did forfeit with his life all those his Lands
Which he stood seized of to the Conqueror:
Against the which a Moiety competent
Was gaged by our King, which had returned
To the Inheritance of Fortinbras,
Had he been Vanquisher, as by the same Covenant
And carriage of the Article design,
His fell to Hamlet. Now sir, young Fortinbras,
Of unimproved Mettle, hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
Sharked up a List of Lawless Resolutes,
For Food and Diet, to some Enterprise
That hath a stomach 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 those foresaid Lands
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 in the Land.
>>> in the Land.
Enter Ghost again.
But soft, behold. Lo, where it comes again:
I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay Illusion,
He spreads his arms.
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,
Speak to me.
If thou art privy to thy Country's Fate
Which happily foreknowing may avoid,
Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted Treasure in the womb of Earth -
For which, they say, you Spirits oft walk in death -
Speak of it. Stay, and speak.
A cock crows.
Stop it, Marcellus!
--- Stop it, Marcellus!
Shall I strike at it with my Partizan?
--- with my Partizan?
Do, if it will not stand.
--- will not stand.
--- 'Tis here.
--- 'Tis here.
>>> 'Tis gone.
We do it wrong, being so Majestical
To offer it the show of Violence,
For it is as the Air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows, malicious Mockery.
--- blows, malicious Mockery.
It was about to speak, when the Cock crew.
--- the Cock crew.
And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful Summons. I have heard
The Cock that is the Trumpet to the day
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding Throat
Awake the God of Day and, at his warning,
Whether in Sea or Fire, in Earth or Air,
Th' extravagant, and erring Spirit hies
To his Confine - and of the truth herein
This present Object made probation.
--- Object made probation.
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,
And then, they say, no Spirit can walk abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no Planets strike,
No Fairy talks, nor Witch hath power to Charm,
So hallowed and so gracious is the time.
--- is the time.
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
Let us impart what we have seen tonight
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
As needful in our Loves, fitting our Duty?
--- fitting our Duty?
Lets do't, I pray, and I this morning know
Where we shall find him most conveniently.
>>> him most conveniently.