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ACT THE FIRST.
A Platform before the Palace.
FRANCIsco on his Post.—BERNARDO entering to him.
Ber. Who's there?
Fran. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
Ber. Long live the king!
Fran. Bernardo *
Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour.
Ber. "Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, FranclSCO.
Fran. For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Ber. Well, good night.
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
Enter HoRATIo and MARCELLUs.
Hor. Friends to this ground.
Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again! Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead. Hor. Most like:–It harrows me with fear, and wonder. Ber. It would be spoke to. Mar. Speak to it, Horatio. Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night, Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of bury'd Denmark Did sometimes march By Heaven, I charge thee, speak. Mar. It is offended. Ber. Seel it stalks away. Hor. Stay: speak; speak, I charge thee, speak. [Erit GHost. Mar. "Tis gone, and will not answer. Ber. How now, Horatio you tremble and look pale: . Is not this something more than fantasy What think you of it? Hor. I might not this believe, Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes. Mar. Is it not like the king? Hor. As thou art to thyself: Such was the very armour he had on, When he the ambitious Norway combated. Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this dead hour, 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 mine opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
But, soft; behold ! lo, where it comes again!
Speak of it!— [Cock crows. Erit Ghost.
Stay, and speak!—
Mar. "Tis gone!—
Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing
Enter Polon IUs, the KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, LAERTES, GENTLEMEN, and LADIEs.
King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death * * The memory be green; and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, That we with wisest sorrow think on him, Together with remembrance of ourselves: Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, The imperial jointress to this warlike state, Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy, Taken to wife; nor have we herein barr'd Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone With this affair along :--For all, our thanks.And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? You told us of some suit: what is't, Laertes? Laer. My dread lord, * Your leave and favour to return to France; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, To show my duty in your coronation, Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. King. Have you your father's leave What says Polonius: Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave,