|The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark|
| Act 1, Scene 1
FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDOBERNARDO
Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.BERNARDO
Long live the king!FRANCISCO
You come most carefully upon your hour.BERNARDO
'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.FRANCISCO
For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,BERNARDO
And I am sick at heart.
Have you had quiet guard?FRANCISCO
Not a mouse stirring.BERNARDO
Well, good night.FRANCISCO
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?HORATIO
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS
Friends to this ground.MARCELLUS
And liegemen to the Dane.FRANCISCO
Give you good night.MARCELLUS
O, farewell, honest soldier:FRANCISCO
Who hath relieved you?
Bernardo has my place.MARCELLUS
Give you good night.
What, is Horatio there?
A piece of him.BERNARDO
Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.MARCELLUS
What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?BERNARDO
I have seen nothing.MARCELLUS
Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,HORATIO
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.BERNARDO
Sit down awhile;HORATIO
And let us once again assail your ears,
That are so fortified against our story
What we have two nights seen.
Well, sit we down,BERNARDO
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Last night of all,MARCELLUS
When yond same star that's westward from the pole
Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
The bell then beating one,--
Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!BERNARDO
In the same figure, like the king that's dead.MARCELLUS
Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.BERNARDO
Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.HORATIO
Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.BERNARDO
It would be spoke to.MARCELLUS
Question it, Horatio.HORATIO
What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,MARCELLUS
Together with that fair and warlike form
In which the majesty of buried Denmark
Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!
It is offended.BERNARDO
See, it stalks away!HORATIO
Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!MARCELLUS
'Tis gone, and will not answer.BERNARDO
How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:HORATIO
Is not this something more than fantasy?
What think you on't?
Before my God, I might not this believeMARCELLUS
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.
Is it not like the king?HORATIO
As thou art to thyself:MARCELLUS
Such was the very armour he had on
When he the ambitious Norway combated;
So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,HORATIO
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
In what particular thought to work I know not;MARCELLUS
But in the gross and scope of my opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,HORATIO
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?
That can I;BERNARDO
At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
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,
Dared 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
Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:
Against the which, a moiety competent
Was gaged by our king; which had return'd
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,
And carriage of the article design'd,
His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
Shark'd 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 compulsatory, 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.
I think it be no other but e'en so:HORATIO
Well may it sort that this portentous figure
Comes armed through our watch; so like the king
That was and is the question of these wars.
A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.MARCELLUS
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:
As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:
And even the like precurse of fierce events,
As harbingers preceding still the fates
And prologue to the omen coming on,
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
Unto our climatures and countrymen.--
But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!
Re-enter GhostI'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!
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:
Cock crowsIf thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!
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! Stop it, Marcellus.
Shall I strike at it with my partisan?HORATIO
Do, if it will not stand.BERNARDO
Exit GhostWe 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.
It was about to speak, when the cock crew.HORATIO
And then it started like a guilty thingMARCELLUS
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
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,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine: and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.
It faded on the crowing of the cock.HORATIO
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 dares stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
So have I heard and do in part believe it.MARCELLUS
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:
Break we our watch up; and by my advice,
Let us impart what we have seen to-night
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?
Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know
Where we shall find him most conveniently.
| Act 1, Scene 1