Obra hamlet

DRAMATIS PERSONAE
Claudius, King of Denmark.
Hamlet, Son to the former, and Nephew to the present King.
Polonius, Lord Chamberlain.
Horatio, Friend to Hamlet.
Laertes, Son to Polonius.
Rosencrantz, Courtier.
Guildenstern, Courtier.
Osric, Courtier.
A Gentleman, Courtier.
A Priest.
Marcellus, Officer.
Bernardo, Officer.
Francisco, a Soldier
Ghost of Hamlet's Father.Gertrude, Queen of Denmark, and Mother of Hamlet.
Ophelia, Daughter to Polonius.

Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Danes, Messengers, and other
Attendants.

SCENE. Elsinore.

Scene I. Elsinore. A platform before the Castle.
[Francisco at his post. Enter Bernardo.]
BERNARDO: Long live the king!
FRANCISCO: Bernardo?
BERNARDO: Have you had quiet guard?
FRANCISCO: Not a mousestirring.
BERNARDO: If you meet Horatio and Marcellus,
The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
FRANCISCO: I think I hear them.—Stand, ho! Who’s there?
[Enter Horatio and Marcellus.]
HORATIO: Friends to this ground.
MARCELLUS: And liegemen to the Dane.
BERNARDO: Welcome, Horatio:—Welcome, good Marcellus.
MARCELLUS: Has this thing appear'd again to-night?
BERNARDO: I have seen nothing.MARCELLUS: Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
With us to watch the minutes of this night;
That, if again this apparition come
He may approve our eyes and speak to it.

Bernardo: shh! quiet
MARCELLUS: Peace, break thee off; look where it comes again!
[Enter Ghost, armed.]
BERNARDO: In the same figure, like the king that's dead.
MARCELLUS: speak to it, Horatio.
BERNARDO: See, it stalksaway!
HORATIO: Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee speak!
[Exit Ghost.]
MARCELLUS: 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
BERNARDO: How now, Horatio! You tremble and look pale:
Is not this something more than fantasy?
MARCELLUS: Is it not like the King

MARCELLUS: Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.

HORATIO: In what particular thoughtto work I know not;
But, in the gross and scope of my opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
Scene II. Elsinore. A room of state in the Castle.
[Enter the King, Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes, Lords, and Attendant.]
KING: Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
The memory be green,
Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
With this affair along:—or all,our thanks.
And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes?
What wouldst thou have?

LAERTES: Dread my lord,
Your leave and favour to return to France.
KING: Have your father's leave? What says Polonius?
POLONIUS: He hath, my lord.

KING: Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
And thy best graces spend it at thy will!—
But now, mycousin Hamlet, and my son—

HAMLET: [Aside.] A little more than kin, and less than kind!
KING: How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
QUEEN: Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
Thou know'st 'tis common,—all that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
HAMLET: Ay, madam, it is common.
QUEEN: If it be,
Why seemsit so particular with thee?
HAMLET: Seems, madam! Nay, it is; I know not seems.
KING: 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
To give these mourning duties to your father;
But, you must know, your father lost a father;
That father lost, lost his.
To do obsequious sorrow: but to persevere
You are the most immediate to our throne;
And with no less nobility of love
Ingoing back to school in Wittenberg,
It is most retrograde to our desire:
And we beseech you to remain
Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.

QUEEN: Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:
I pray thee stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.
HAMLET: I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
KING: Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply:
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