Part 1 (1/2)

The Tragicall Historie of Hamlet, Prince of Denmarke.

by William Shakespeare.

Enter two Centinels.

1. Stand: who is that?

2. T'is I.

1. O you come most carefully vpon your watch, 2. And if you meet _Marcellus_ and _Horatio_, The partners of my watch, bid them make haste.

1. I will: See who goes there.

_Enter Horatio and Marcellus._ _Hor._ Friends to this ground.

_Mar._ And leegemen to the Dane, O farewell honest souldier, who hath releeued you?

1. _Barnardo_ hath my place, giue you goodnight.

_Mar._ Holla, _Barnardo_.

2. Say, is _Horatio_ there?

_Hor._ A peece of him.

2. Welcome _Horatio_, welcome good _Marcellus_.

_Mar._ What hath this thing appear'd againe to night.

2. I haue seene nothing.

_Mar._ _Horatio_ says tis but our fantasie, And wil not let beliefe take hold of him, Touching this dreaded sight twice seene by vs, Therefore I haue intreated him a long with vs [B1v]

To watch the minutes of this night, That if againe this apparition come, He may approoue our eyes, and speake to it.

_Hor._ Tut, t'will not appeare.

2. Sit downe I pray, and let vs once againe a.s.saile your eares that are so fortified, What we haue two nights seene.

_Hor._ Wel, sit we downe, and let vs heare _Bernardo_ speake of this.

2. Last night of al, when yonder starre that's west- ward from the pole, had made his course to Illumine that part of heauen. Where now it burnes, The bell then towling one.

_Enter Ghost._

_Mar._ Breake off your talke, see where it comes againe.

2. In the same figure like the King that's dead, _Mar._ Thou art a scholler, speake to it H_oratio_.

2. Lookes it not like the king?

_Hor._ Most like, it horrors mee with feare and wonder.

2. It would be spoke to.

_Mar._ Question it H_oratio_.

_Hor._ What art thou that thus vsurps the state, in Which the Maiestie of buried _Denmarke_ did sometimes Walke? By heauen I charge thee speake.

_Mar._ It is offended. _exit Ghost._ 2. See, it stalkes away.

_Hor._ Stay, speake, speake, by heauen I charge thee speake.

_Mar._ Tis gone and makes no answer.

2. How now H_oratio_, you tremble and looke pale, Is not this something more than fantasie?

What thinke you on't?

_Hor._ Afore my G.o.d, I might not this beleeue, without the sensible and true auouch of my owne eyes.

_Mar._ Is it not like the King? [B2]

_Hor._ As thou art to thy selfe, Such was the very armor he had on, When he the ambitious _Norway_ combated.

So frownd he once, when in an angry parle He smot the sleaded pollax on the yce, Tis strange.

_Mar._ Thus twice before, and iump at this dead hower, With Marshall stalke he pa.s.sed through our watch.

_Hor._ In what particular to worke, I know not, But in the thought and scope of my opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to the state.

_Mar._ Good, now sit downe, and tell me he that knowes Why this same strikt and most obseruant watch, So nightly toyles the subiect of the land, And why such dayly cost of brazen Cannon And forraine marte, for implements of warre, Why such impresse of s.h.i.+p-writes, whose sore taske Does not diuide the sunday from the weeke: What might be toward that this sweaty march Doth make the night ioynt labourer with the day, Who is't that can informe me?

_Hor._ Mary that can I, at least the whisper goes so, Our late King, who as you know was by Forten- Bra.s.se of _Norway_, Thereto p.r.i.c.kt on by a most emulous cause, dared to The combate, in which our valiant H_amlet_, For so this side of our knowne world esteemed him, Did slay this Fortenbra.s.se, Who by a seale compact well ratified, by law And heraldrie, did forfeit with his life all those His lands which he stoode seazed of by the conqueror, Against the which a moity competent, Was gaged by our King: Now sir, yong Fortenbra.s.se, Of inapproued mettle hot and full, Hath in the skirts of _Norway_ here and there, [B2v]

Sharkt vp a sight of lawlesse Resolutes For food and diet to some enterprise, That hath a stomacke in't: and this (I take it) is the Chiefe head and ground of this our watch.

_Enter the Ghost._ But loe, behold, see where it comes againe, Ile crosse it, though it blast me: stay illusion, If there be any good thing to be done, That may doe ease to thee, and grace to mee.

Speake to mee.

If thou art priuy to thy countries fate, Which happly foreknowing may preuent, O speake to me, Or if thou hast extorted in thy life, Or hoorded treasure in the wombe of earth, For which they say you Spirites oft walke in death, speake to me, stay and speake, speake, stoppe it _Marcellus_.