The Tragical History of HAMLET Prince of Denmark.

Stand! Who is that?

'Tis I.

Oh, you come most carefully upon your watch.

An if you meet Marcellus and Horatio,

1.5176The partners of my watch, bid them make haste.

I will. See who goes there.

Friends to this ground.

And liegemen to the Dane.

1.92311[To the First Sentinel] Oh, farewell, honest soldier. Who hath relieved you?

Barnardo hath my place. Give you good night.

Holla, Barnardo!

Say, is Horatio there?

A piece of him.

Welcome, Horatio, welcome, good Marcellus.

What, hath this thing appeared again tonight?

I have seen nothing.

Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,

1.183320And will not let belief take hold of him,

1.193421Touching this dreaded sight twice seen by us.

1.203522Therefore I have entreated him along with us

1.213623To watch the minutes of this night,

1.223724That if again this apparition come,

1.233825He may approve our eyes, and speak to it.

Tut, 'twill not appear.

Sit down, I pray, and let us once again

1.264128Assail your ears, that are so fortified,

1.274329What we have two nights seen.

Well, sit we down, and let us hear Barnardo 31speak of this.

Last night of all, when yonder star that's 4733westward from the pole had made his course to

1.304834Illumine that part of heaven where now it burns,

1.315035The bell then tolling one--

Break off your talk. See where it comes again!

In the same figure like the King that's dead.

Thou art a scholar. Speak to it, Horatio.

Looks it not like the King?

Most like. It horrors me with fear and wonder.

It would be spoke to.

It would be spoke to. Question it, Horatio.

What art thou that thus usurps the state in

1.396145Which the majesty of buried Denmark did sometimes

1.406246Walk? By heaven, I charge thee speak.

It is offended.

It is offended. See, it stalks away.

Stay, speak, speak! By heaven, I charge thee 50speak!

'Tis gone and makes no answer.

How now, Horatio, you tremble and look pale.

1.456953Is not this something more than fantasy?

1.467054What think you on't?

Afore my God, I might not this believe without the sensible and true avouch of my own eyes.

Is it not like the King?

As thou art to thyself.

1.507659Such was the very armor he had on

1.517760When he the ambitious Norway combated.

1.527861So frowned he once, when in an angry parle

1.537962He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.

1.548063'Tis strange.

Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,

1.568265With martial stalk he passèd through our watch.

In what particular to work, I know not,

1.588467But in the thought and scope of my opinion

1.598568This bodes some strange eruption to the state.

Good, now sit down, and tell me, he that knows,

1.618770Why this same strict and most observant watch

1.628871So nightly toils the subject of the land,

1.638972And why such daily cost of brazen cannon

1.649073And foreign mart for implements of war,

1.659174Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task

1.669275Does not divide the Sunday from the week:

1.679376What might be toward, that this sweaty march

1.689477Doth make the night joint laborer with the day?

1.699578Who is't that can inform me?

Marry, that can I, at least the whisper goes so:

1.719780Our late King, who as you know was by

1.729981Fortenbrasse of Norway,

1.7310082Thereto pricked on by a most emulous cause, dared to

1.7410183The combat, in which our valiant Hamlet,

1.7510284For so this side of our known world esteemed him,

1.7610385Did slay this Fortenbrasse,

1.7786Who by a seale[d] compact, well ratified by law

1.7810487And heraldry, did forfeit with his life all those

1.7910588His lands which he stood seized of by the conqueror,

1.8010789Against the which a moiety competent

1.8110890Was gagèd by our King.

1.8211291Now, sir, young Fortenbrasse,

1.8311392Of inapprovèd mettle hot and full,

1.8411493Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there

1.8511594Sharked up a sight of lawless resolutes

1.8611695For food and diet to some enterprise,

1.8711796That hath a stomach in't. And this (I take it) is the

1.8812397Chief head and ground of this our watch.

1.8912699But lo, behold, see where it comes again!

1.90127100I'll cross it, though it blast me.--Stay, illusion!

1.91129101If there be any good thing to be done,

1.92130102That may do ease to thee and grace to me,

1.93103Speak to me!

1.94131104If thou are privy to thy country's fate,

1.95132105Which happ'ly foreknowing may prevent, oh, speak to me!

1.96133106Or if thou hast extorted in thy life,

1.97134107Or hoarded treasure in the womb of earth,

1.98135108For which they say you spirits oft walk in death,

1.99136Speak 109to me! Stay and speak, speak!--Stop it, Marcellus.

'Tis here.

'Tis here.

'Tis gone. Oh, we do it wrong, being so majestical,

1.103142113 To offer it the show of violence,

1.104144114For it is as the air invulnerable,

1.105145115And our vain blows malicious mockery.

It was about to speak when the cock crew.

And then it faded like a guilty thing

1.108148118Upon a fearful summons. I have heard

1.109149119The cock, that is the trumpet to the morning,

1.110150120Doth with his early and shrill-crowing throat

1.111151121Awake the god of day, and at his sound,

1.112152122Whether in earth or air, in sea or fire,

1.113153123The stravagant and erring spirit hies

1.114154124To his confines; and of the truth hereof

1.115155125This present object made probation.

It faded on the crowing of the cock.

1.117157127Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes

1.118158128Wherein our Savior's birth is celebrated,

1.119159129The bird of dawning singeth all night long,

1.120160130And then, they say, no spirit dare walk abroad,

1.121161131The nights are wholesome, then no planet strikes,

1.122162132No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,

1.123163133So gracious and so hallowed is that time.

So have I heard, and do in part believe it.

1.125165135But see, the sun, in russet mantle clad,

1.126166136Walks o'er the dew of yon high mountain top.

1.127167137Break we our watch up, and, by my advice,

1.128168138Let us impart what we have seen tonight

1.129169139Unto young Hamlet; for upon my life

1.130170140This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.

1.131171141Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,

1.132172142As needful in our love, fitting our duty?

Let's do't, I pray, and I this morning know

1.134174144Where we shall find him most conveniently.