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Enter Two Centinels.
1. Stand: who is that?
2. Tis I.
1. O you come most carefully vpon your
watch,
2. And if you meete Marcellus and
Horatio,
5
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?
10
1.
Barnardo hath my place, giue you
good night.
Mar. Holla, Barnardo.
2. Say, is Horatio there?
Hor. A peece of him.
2. Welcome Horatio, welcome good
Marcellus.
15
Mar.
What hath this thing appear'd againe
to night.
2. I haue seene nothing.
Mar. Horatio sayes tis but our fantasie,
And wil not let beliefe take
hold of him,
Touching this dreaded sight
twice seene by vs,
20
Therefore I haue intreated him a
long with vs
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.
25 2. Sit downe I pray, and let vs
once againe
Assaile 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.
30 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.
35 2. In the same
figure
like the King
that's dead,
Mar. Thou art a scholler, speake to
it Horatio.
2. Lookes it not like the king?
Hor. Most like, it horrors mee with
feare and wonder.
2. It would be spoke to.
40
Mar. Question it
Horatio.
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.
45
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 Horatio, you tremble and
looke pale,
50
Is not this something more than
fantasie?
What thinke you on't?
Hor. Afore my God, I might not this
beleeue, without
the
sensible and true
auouch of
my owne eyes.
Mar. Is it not like the King?
55
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,
60
Tis strange.
Mar. Thus twice before, and iump at
this
dead hower,
With Marshall stalke
he passed
through our watch.
Hor. In what particular to worke, I know
not,
But
in the thought and
scope of
my opinion,
65
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
70
And forraine marte, for
implements of warre,
Why
such impresse of
ship-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,
75
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-
Brasse of Norway,
Thereto prickt on by a
most
emulous cause, dared to
80
The combate, in which our
valiant Hamlet,
For
so this side of
our knowne
world esteemed him,
Did
slay this
Fortenbrasse,
Who
by a seale compact
well
ratified, by law
And
heraldrie, did
forfeit with
his life all those
85
His lands which he stoode seazed
of by the conqueror,
Against the which a
moity
competent,
Was
gaged by our King:
Now
sir, yong
Fortenbrasse,
Of
inapproued mettle
hot and
full,
90
Hath
in the skirts of Norway
here and there,
Sharkt
vp a fight of
lawlesse
Resolutes
For
food and diet to
some
enterprise,
That hath a stomacke
in it: and
this (I take it) is the
Chiefe head and ground
of this
our watch.
Enter Ghost.
95 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.
100
If
thou are 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
105 to
me, stay and speake, speake,
stoppe it Marcellus.
2.
Tis heere.
exit Ghost.
Hor. Tis heere.
Marc. Tis gone, O we doe it wrong, being so
maiesti-
call, to
offer it the shew
of
violence,
110
For it
is as the ayre
invelmorable,
And our
vaine blowes
malitious
mockery.
2. It was about to speake when the Cocke crew.
Hor. And then it faded like a guilty thing,
Vpon a fearefull summons: I haue
heard
115
The
Cocke, that is the trumpet
to the morning,
Doth
with his earely and
shrill
crowing throate,
Awake
the god of day, and
at his
sound,
Whether
in earth or ayre,
in sea
or fire,
The
strauagant and erring
spirite hies
120 To
his confines, and of the
trueth heereof
This present obiect
made
probation.
Marc.
It faded on the crowing of the Cocke,
Some
say, that euer gainst
that
season comes,
Wherein
our Sauiours birth
is
celebrated,
125
The bird of dawning singeth all
night long,
And then they say, no spirite
dare walke abroade,
The nights are wholesome, then
no planet frikes,
No
Fairie takes, nor Witch
hath
powre to charme,
So
gratious, and so
hallowed is
that time.
130
Hor. So haue I heard, and doe in parte
beleeue
it:
But see
the Sunne in russet
mantle clad,
Walkes
ore the deaw of yon
hie
mountaine top,
Breake
we our watch vp, and
by
my aduise,
Let vs
impart what wee haue
seene to night
135
Vnto yong H amlet: for vpon my
life
This
Spirite dumbe to vs
will
speake to him:
Do you
consent, wee shall
acquaint him with it,
As
needefull in our loue,
fitting our duetie?
Marc. Lets doo't I pray,
and I this morning know,
140
Where we shall finde him most
conueniently.
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Enter
Barnardo, and Francisco, two Centinels.
Bar.
Whose there?
Fran. Nay
answere me. Stand and vnfolde your selfe.
Bar. Long liue the King,
Fran. Barnardo.
5 Bar. Hee.
Fran. You come most
carefully vpon your houre,
Bar. Tis now strooke
twelfe, get thee to bed Francisco,
Fran. For this reliefe
much thanks, tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at hart.
10
Bar.
Haue you had quiet guard?
Fran. Not a mouse stirring.
Bar. Well, good night:
If you doe meete Horatio and Marcellus,
The riualls of my watch, bid them make
hast.
Enter Horatio, and
Marcellus.
15
Fran. I
thinke I heare
them, stand ho, who is there?
Hora. Friends to this
ground.
Mar. And Leedgemen to the
Dane,
Fran.
Giue you good night.
Mar. O, farwell honest
souldiers, who hath relieu'd you?
20
Fran. Barnardo hath my
place; giue you good night.
Exit Fran.
Mar. Holla, Barnardo.
Bar. Say, what is Horatio
there?
Hora. A peece of him.
Bar. Welcome Horatio,
welcome good Marcellus,
25
Hora. What, ha's this
thing appeard againe to night?
Bar. I haue seene nothing.
Mar. Horatio saies tis
but our fantasie,
And will not let beliefe take holde of him,
Touching this dreaded sight twice seene of vs,
30
Therefore I haue intreated him along,
With vs to watch the minuts of this night,
That if againe this apparision come,
He may approoue our eyes and speake to it.
Hora. Tush, tush, twill
not appeare.
35
Bar. Sit
downe a while,
And let vs once againe assaile your eares,
That are so fortified against our story,
What we haue two nights seene.
40
Hora.
Well, sit we downe,
And let vs heare Barnardo speake of this.
Bar. Last night of all,
When yond same starre thats weastward from the pole,
Had made his course t'illume that part of heauen
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Where now it burnes, Marcellus and my selfe
The bell then beating one.
Enter
Ghost.
Mar. Peace, breake thee
of, looke where it comes againe.
Bar. In the same figure
like the King thats dead.
Mar. Thou art a scholler,
speake to it Horatio.
50
Bar.
Lookes a not like the King? marke it Horatio.
Hora. Most like, it
horrowes me with feare and wonder.
Bar. It would be spoke to.
Mar. Speake to it Horatio.
Hora. What art thou that
vsurpst this time of night,
55
Together with that faire and warlike forme,
In which the Maiestie of buried Denmarke
Did sometimes march, by heauen I charge thee speake.
Mar.
It is offended.
Bar. See it staukes away.
60 Hora. Stay, speake,
speake, I charge thee speake.
Exit Ghost.
Mar. Tis gone and will
not answere.
Bar. How now Horatio, you
tremble and looke pale,
Is not this somthing more then phantasie?
What thinke you-ont?
65
Hora.
Before my God I might not this belieue,
Without the sencible and true auouch
Of mine owne eies.
Mar. Is it not like the
King?
Hora. As thou art to thy
selfe.
70
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 ice.
Tis strange.
75
Mar. Thus
twice before, and iump at this dead houre,
With martiall stauke hath he gone
by our watch.
Hora. In what perticular
thought, to worke I know not,
But in the grosse and scope of mine opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
80 Mar. Good now sit downe,
and tell me he that knowes,
Why this same strikt and most obseruant watch
So nightly toiles the subiect of the land,
And with such dayly cost of brazon Cannon
And forraine marte, for implements of warre,
85
Why
such impresse of ship-writes, whose sore taske
Does not deuide the Sunday from the weeke,
What might be toward that this
sweaty hast
Doth make the night ioynt labourer with the day,
Who ist that can informe mee?
90 Hora. That can I.
At least the whisper goes so; our last
King,
Whose image euen but now appear'd to vs,
Was as you knowe by Fortinbrasse of Norway,
Thereto prickt on by a most emulate pride
95
Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant
Hamlet,
(For so this side of our knowne world esteemd him)
Did slay this Fortinbrasse, who by a seald
compact
Well ratified by lawe and heraldy
Did forfait (with his life) all these
his lands
100
Which he stood seaz'd of, to the conquerour.
Against the which a moitie competent
Was gaged by our King, which had returne
To the inheritance of Fortinbrasse,
Had he bin vanquisher; as by the same comart,
105 And
carriage of the article desseigne,
His fell to Hamlet; now Sir, young Fortinbrasse
Of vnimprooued mettle, hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway heere and there
Sharkt vp a list of lawelesse resolutes
110
For foode and diet to some enterprise
That hath a stomacke in't, which is no other
As it doth well appeare vnto our state
But to recouer of vs by strong
hand
And tearmes compulsatory, those
foresaid lands
115
So by his father lost; and this I take it,
Is the maine motiue of our preparations
The source of this our watch, and the chiefe head
Of this post hast and Romeage in
the land.
Bar. I thinke it be no
other, but enso;
120
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 warres.
Hora. A moth it is to
trouble the mindes eye:
In the most high and palmy state
of Rome,
125
A little ere the mightiest Iulius fell
The graues stood tennatlesse, and the
sheeted dead
Did squeake and gibber in the Roman streets
As starres with traines of fier, and dewes of blood
Disasters in the sunne; and the moist starre,
130
Vpon whose influence Neptunes Empier stands,
Was sicke almost to doomesday with eclipse.
And euen the like precurse of feare
euents
As harbindgers preceading still the fates
And prologue to the Omen comming on
135
Haue
heauen and earth together demonstrated
Vnto our Climatures and countrymen.
Enter Ghost.
But soft, behold, loe where it comes
againe
Ile crosse it though it blast mee: stay
illusion,
It
spreads
If thou hast any sound or vse of voyce,
his armes.
140
Speake to me, if there be any good thing to be done
That may to thee doe ease, and
grace to mee,
Speake to me.
If thou art priuie to thy countries fate
Which happily foreknowing may auoyd
145
O
speake:
Or if thou hast vphoorded in thy
life
Extorted treasure in the wombe of earth
For which they say your spirits oft
walke in death.
The cocke
Speake of it, stay and speake,
stop it Marcellus.
crowes.
150
Mar.
Shall I strike it with my partizan?
Hor. Doe if it will not
stand.
Bar. Tis heere.
Hor. Tis heere.
Mar. Tis gone.
155
We
doe it wrong being so Maiesticall
To offer it the showe of violence,
For it is as the ayre, invulnerable,
And our vaine blowes malicious mockery.
Bar. It was about to
speake when the cock crewe.
160 Hor. And then it started
like a guilty thing,
Vpon a fearefull summons; I haue heard,
The Cock that is the trumpet to the
morne,
Doth with his lofty and shrill sounding
throat
Awake the God of day, and at his
warning
165
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or ayre
Th'extrauagant and erring spirit
hies
To his confine, and of the truth
heerein
This present obiect made
probation.
Mar. It faded on the
crowing of the Cock.
170 Some
say that euer gainst that season comes
Wherein our Sauiours birth is celebrated
This bird of dawning singeth all night
long,
And then they say no spirit dare
sturre abraode
The nights are wholsome, then no
plannets strike,
175
No
fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charme
So hallowed, and so gratious is that time.
Hora. So haue I heard and
doe in part belieue it,
But looke the morne in russet mantle clad
Walkes ore the dewe of yon high Eastward hill
180
Breake we our watch vp and by my aduise
Let vs impart what we haue seene
to night
Vnto young Hamlet, for vppon my
life
This spirit dumb to vs, will
speake to him:
Doe you consent we
shall acquaint him with it
185
As needfull in our loues, fitting our duty.
Mar. Lets doo't I pray,
and I this morning knowe
Where we shall find him most
conuenient.
Exeunt.
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Enter
Barnardo
and Francisco two Centinels
Barnardo.
Who's
there?
Fran. Nay
answer me:
Stand & vnfold
your selfe.
Bar. Long
liue the King.
Fran.
Barnardo?
5 Bar.
He.
Fran. You come most
carefully vpon your houre.
Bar. 'Tis now strook
twelue, get thee to bed Francisco.
Fran. For this releefe
much thankes: 'Tis bitter cold,
And I am sicke at heart.
10 Barn.
Haue you had
quiet
Guard?
Fran. Not a Mouse
stirring.
Barn. Well,
goodnight.
If you do meet Horatio and
Marcellus, the Riuals
of
my Watch, bid them make hast.
Enter Horatio
and Marcellus.
I thinke I heare
them. Stand: who's there?
15
Hor. Friends to this
ground.
Mar. And Leige-men
to
the Dane.
Fran. Giue you good
night.
Mar. O farwel honest
Soldier, who
hath relieu'd you?
Fra. Barnardo ha's my
place: giue you goodnight.
Exit Fran.
20 Mar. Holla Barnardo.
Bar. Say, what is
Horatio there?
Hor. A peece of him.
Bar.
Welcome Horatio, welcome good
Marcellus.
Mar. What, ha's this
thing
appear'd againe to night.
25 Bar. I haue seene
nothing.
Mar. Horatio saies, 'tis but
our Fantasie,
And
will not let beleefe
take hold of him
Touching
this dreaded
sight, twice seene of vs,
Therefore
I haue
intreated him along
30
With
vs, to watch the
minutes of this Night,
That
if againe this Apparition
come,
He
may approue our
eyes,
and speake to it.
Hor. Tush, tush,
'twill not
appeare.
Bar. Sit downe a-while,
35
And
let vs once againe
assaile your eares,
That
are so fortified
against our Story,
What
we two Nights haue
seene.
Hor. Well, sit we downe,
And
let vs heare
Barnardo speake of this.
40 Barn. Last night
of all,
When yond
same Starre that's
Westward from the
Pole
Had
made his course
t'illume that part of Heauen
Where
now it burnes,
Marcellus and my selfe,
The
Bell then beating
one.
45
Mar.
Peace, breake thee
of:
Enter
the
Ghost.
Looke where it comes againe.
Barn.
In the same figure, like the
King that's dead.
Mar. Thou art a Scholler;
speake to it Horatio.
Barn. Lookes it not like the King?
Marke it Horatio.
50 Hora. Most like: It harrowes
me with fear &
wonder
Barn. It would
be spoke too.
Mar. Question it
Horatio.
Hor. What art
thou that
vsurp'st this time of
night,
Together
with that Faire
and Warlike forme
55
In
which the Maiesty of
buried Denmarke
Did
sometimes march: By
Heauen I charge thee
speake.
Mar. It is
offended.
Barn. See, it
stalkes
away.
Hor. Stay:
speake; speake: I
Charge thee, speake.
Exit the Ghost.
60
Mar. 'Tis
gone,
and will
not
answer.
Barn. How now Horatio? You
tremble & look pale:
Is
not this something
more then Fantasie?
What
thinke you
on't?
Hor. Before my God, I might
not this beleeue
65
Without
the sensible and
true auouch
Of
mine owne eyes.
Mar. Is it not
like the
King?
Hor. As thou art to thy
selfe,
Such
was the very Armour
he had on,
70
When
th'Ambitious Norwey
combatted:
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 iust at this dead hour,
75
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
my Opinion,
This
bodes some strange
eruption to our State.
Mar.
Good now, sit
down, and tell me, he that knows,
80
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
85
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,
90
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,)
Dar’d
to the Combat; in which
our Valiant Hamlet,
95
(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 seiz’d of, to
the Conqueror;
100 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 Cov’nant,
And
carriage of the Article
design,
105
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 Landlesse
Resolutes,
For
Food and Diet, to some
Enterprise
110 That
hath a stomach in ’t;
which is no other
(And
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)
115 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.
But,
soft! behold! lo! where it comes again.
Ile
crosse it, though it blast
me. Stay Illusion:
120 If
thou hast any sound, or vse of Voyce,
Speake
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 priuy to thy
Countries Fate
(Which
happily foreknowing may auoyd) Oh speake.
125
Or,
if thou hast vp-hoorded in thy
life
Extorted
Treasure in the wombe of Earth,
(For
which, they say, you Spirits oft walke in death)
Speake
of it. Stay, and speake. Stop it Marcellus.
Mar.
Shall I strike at it with
my Partizan?
130 Hor. Do, if it will not
stand.
Barn. 'Tis heere.
Hor. 'Tis heere.
Mar. 'Tis
gone.
Exit
Ghost.
We do it wrong, being
so Maiesticall
135
To offer it the shew of
Violence,
For it is as the Ayre,
invulnerable,
And our vaine blowes,
malicious
Mockery.
Barn. It was
about to speake,
when the Cocke crew.
Hor. And then
it started, like
a guilty thing
140
Vpon a fearfull Summons. I haue
heard,
The Cocke that is the Trumpet to
the day,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding Throate
Awake the God of Day: and at
his warning,
Whether in Sea, or Fire, in Earth, or Ayre,
145 Th'extrauagant,
and erring Spirit, hyes
To his Confine. And of
the truth heerein,
This present Obiect made probation.
Mar. It faded
on
the crowing of the
Cocke.
Some
sayes, that euer 'gainst that Season comes
150
Wherein our Sauiours Birth is celebrated,
The Bird of
Dawning singeth all night long:
And then (they say) no Spirit can walke abroad,
The nights are wholsome, then
no Planets strike,
No Faiery talkes, nor Witch hath
power to Charme:
155
So hallow'd, and so gracious
is the time.
Hor. So haue I
heard, and do
in part beleeue it.
But looke, the Morne in Russet
mantle clad,
Walkes o're the dew of yon high Easterne Hill,
Breake we our Watch vp, and by
my aduice
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Let vs impart what we haue seene to night
Vnto yong Hamlet. For vpon my life,
This Spirit dumbe to vs, will speake to him:
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
As needfull in our Loues,
fitting our Duty?
165 Mar. Let do't I pray, and I
this morning know
Where we shall finde
him most conueniently.
Exeunt
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