THE Tragicall Hiftorie of HAMLET Prince of Denmarke By William Shake-fpeare. As it hath beene diuerfe times acted by his Highneffe feruants in the Cittie of London as alfo in the two Vniuerfities of Cambridge and Oxford, and elfe-where [VIGNETTE.] At London printed for N.L. and Iohn Trundell. 1603. 1 1 2. I haue feene nothing. Mar. Horatio fayes tis but our fantasie, And wil not let beliefe take hold of him, Touching this dreaded fight twice feene by vs, [I, i, 26.] 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. 2. Sit downe I pray, and let vs once againe Affaile your eares that are so fortified, What we haue two nights feene. 5 IO 15 20 25 Hor. Wel,fit we downe,and let vs heare Bernardo speake of this. Mar. Breake off your talke, fee where it comes againe. 2. In the fame figure like the King that's dead, Mar. Thou art a fcholler, fpeake to it Horatio. Hor. Moft like, it horrors mee with feare and wonder. 30 35 Which the Maieftie of buried Denmarke did fometimes Mar. It is offended. exit Ghoft. 2. See, it ftalkes away. 45 Hor. Stay, fpeake, speake, by heauen I charge thee fpeake. Mar. Tis gone and makes no answer. 2. How now Horatio,you tremble and looke pale, Is not this fomething more than fantasie? What thinke you on't? Hor. Afore my God, I might not this beleeue, without the fenfible and true auouch of my owne eyes. Mar. Is it not like the King? Hor. As thou art to thy felfe, Such was the very armor he had on, When he the ambitious Norway combated. He fmot the fleaded pollax on the yce, [I, i, 64.] Tis ftrange. 60 Mar. Thus twice before, and iump at this dead hower, Hor. In what particular to worke, I know not, But in the thought and scope of my opinion, This bodes fome ftrange eruption to the state. 65 Mar. Good,now fit downe, and tell me he that knowes Who is't that can informe me? Hor. Mary that can I, at least the whisper goes fo, Braffe of Norway, Thereto prickt on by a moft emulous caufe, dared to [I, i, 84.] The combate, in which our valiant Hamlet, For fo this fide of our knowne world esteemed him, Who by a feale compact well ratified,by law And heraldrie, did forfeit with his life all thofe His lands which he stoode feazed of by the conqueror, Against the which a moity competent, Was gaged by our King: Now fir, yong Fortenbraffe, Of inapproued mettle hot and full, Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there, Sharkt vp a fight of lawleffe Refolutes 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,fee where it comes againe, Ile croffe it,though it blaft me: stay illufion, If there be any good thing to be done, That may doe eafe to thee,and grace to mee, [I, i, 133.] If thou art priuy to thy countries fate, Which happly foreknowing may preuent, O speake to me, Or hoorded treasure in the wombe, of earth, For which they fay you Spirites oft walke in death, speake 105 Marc. Tis gone, O we doe it wrong, being so maiefticall, to offer it the fhew of violence, 2. It was about to speake when the Cocke crew. Hor. And then it faded like a guilty thing, Vpon a fearefull fummons: I haue heard [I, i, 155.] To his confines, and of the trueth heereof This present obiect made probation. Marc. It faded on the crowing of the Cocke, 115 120 |