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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark.

HAMLET, Son to the former and Nephew to the present King.
HORATIO, Friend to Hamlet.

POLONIUS, Lord Chamberlain.

LAERTES, his Son. L

VOLTIMAND,

CORNELIUS,

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GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and Mother to Hamlet.
OPHELIA, Daughter to Polonius.

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Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Sailors, Messengers,

and Attendants.

SCENE: Elsinore.

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THE TRAGEDY OF

HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK.

ACT I.

SCENE I. Elsinore. A Platform before the Castle.

FRANCISCO on his post. Enter to him BERNARDO.

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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.

Ber. Well, good night.

Not a mouse stirring.

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If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,

The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
Fran. I think I hear them.

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Stand, ho! Who's

there?

Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.

Horatio. Friends to this ground.
Marcellus.

And liegemen to the Dane.

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· 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.
Tush, tush! 'twill not appear.

Hor.

Sit down a while;

Ber.
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,

Hor.
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.

Ber. Last night of all,

When yond' 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,

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. Ber. Looks it not like the King? mark it, Ho

ratio.

Hor. Most like: -it harrows me with fear and

wonder.

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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.

Ber.

See! it stalks away.

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. 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?

Hor. As thou art to thyself.

Such was the very armour he had on,

When he th' ambitious Norway combated:

So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.

'Tis strange.

Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump 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
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day?
Who is't that can inform me ?

Hor.

That can I;

Our last king,

At least, the whisper goes so.
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,

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