Hamletby Index ShakespeareDRAMATIS PERSONAEClaudius, King of Denmark.Hamlet, Son to the late, and Nephew to the present King.Fortinbras, Prince Index Friend to Hamlet.Polonius, Lord Chamberlain.Laertes, his Son.Voltimand, Cornelius, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, Osric and A Gentleman - Priest.Marcellus Index Bernardo - Officers.Francisco, a Soldier.Reynaldo, Servant to Polonius.A Captain.English Ambassadors.Players.Two Clowns, Grave-diggers.Gertrude, Queen of and Mother Index Hamlet.Ophelia, Daughter to Polonius.Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, and Attendants.Ghost of Hamlet's ISCENE I. Elsinore. Index platform before the castle.FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDOBERNARDOWho's there?FRANCISCONay, me: stand, and unfold Index live the king!FRANCISCOBernardo?BERNARDOHe.FRANCISCOYou come most carefully upon your hour.BERNARDO'Tis now struck get thee to bed, Francisco.FRANCISCOFor Index relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,And I am sick at you had quiet guard?FRANCISCONot a mouse Index good night.If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,The rivals my watch, bid them make haste.FRANCISCOI think Index hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?Enter HORATIO and to this ground.MARCELLUSAnd liegemen to the Dane.FRANCISCOGive you Index night.MARCELLUSO, farewell, honest soldier:Who hath relieved you?FRANCISCOBernardo my place.Give you good night.ExitMARCELLUSHolla! Bernardo!BERNARDOSay,What, is Horatio there?HORATIOA Index of him.BERNARDOWelcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.MARCELLUSWhat, this thing appear'd again to-night?BERNARDOI have seen nothing.MARCELLUSHoratio says 'tis Index our fantasy,And will not let take hold of himTouching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:Therefore Index have entreated him alongWith to watch the minutes of this night;That if again this apparition come,He Index approve our eyes speak to it.HORATIOTush, tush, 'twill not appear.BERNARDOSit down awhile;And let us once again Index your ears,That so fortified against our storyWhat we have two nights seen.HORATIOWell, sit we down,And let Index hear speak of this.BERNARDOLast night of all,When yond same star that's westward from the poleHad made Index to illume that part of heavenWhere now it burns, Marcellus and myself,The bell then beating one,�Enter Index break thee off; look, where it comes again!BERNARDOIn the same figure, like the king that's dead.MARCELLUSThou Index scholar; speak to it, Horatio.BERNARDOLooks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.HORATIOMost like: it me Index fear and wonder.BERNARDOIt would be spoke to.MARCELLUSQuestion it, Horatio.HORATIOWhat art thou that usurp'st this of night,Together Index that fair and warlike formIn which the majesty of buried DenmarkDid sometimes march? heaven I charge Index speak!MARCELLUSIt is offended.BERNARDOSee, it stalks away!HORATIOStay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!Exit gone, and will not Index now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:Is not this something more fantasy?What think you on't?HORATIOBefore my Index I might not this believeWithout the sensible and true avouchOf own eyes.MARCELLUSIs it not like the Index thou art to thyself:Such was the very armour he onWhen he the ambitious Norway combated;So frown'd Index once, when, in an angry parle,He smote the Polacks on the ice.'Tis strange.MARCELLUSThus twice before, and Index at this dead hour,With martial stalk hath gone by our watch.HORATIOIn what particular thought to work Index know not;But in the gross and of my opinion,This bodes some strange eruption to our state.MARCELLUSGood Index sit down, and tell me, that knows,Why this same strict and most observant watchSo nightly toils Index subject of the land,And such daily cast of brazen cannon,And foreign mart for implements of war;Why Index impress of shipwrights, sore taskDoes not divide the Sunday from the week;What might be toward, that Index sweaty hasteDoth the night joint-labourer with the day:Who is't that can inform me?HORATIOThat can I;At least, Index whisper so. Our last king,Whose image even but now appear'd to us,Was, as you know, by Index Norway,Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet�For Index this side of our known world esteem'd him�Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact,Well Index law and heraldry,Did forfeit, with his life, all those his landsWhich he stood seized of, the Index the which, a moiety competentWas gaged by our king; which had return'dTo the inheritance Fortinbras,Had he Index vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,And carriage of the article design'd,His fell to Now, sir, young Index unimproved mettle hot and full,Hath in the skirts of Norway here and up a list of Index resolutes,For food and diet, to some enterpriseThat hath a stomach in't; is no other�As it doth Index appear unto our state�But to recover of us, by strong terms compulsatory, those foresaid landsSo by Index father lost: and this, I take it,Is the main of our preparations,The source of this our Index and the chief headOf this post-haste and romage the land.BERNARDOI think it be no other but Index so:Well may it sort that this portentous armed through our watch; so like the kingThat was Index is the question of these wars.HORATIOA it is to trouble the mind's eye.In the most high Index palmy state of Rome,A little the mightiest Julius fell,The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted deadDid Index and gibber in the streets:As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,Disasters in the Index and the moist whose influence Neptune's empire standsWas sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:And even the Index precurse of events,As harbingers preceding still the fatesAnd prologue to the omen coming on,Have heaven and Index together our climatures and countrymen.�But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!Re-enter GhostI'll cross it, though Index me. Stay, illusion!If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,Speak to me:If there be any Index thing to be done,That may to thee do ease and grace to me,Speak to me:Cock crowsIf Index privy to thy country's fate,Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!Or if thou hast uphoarded thy Index treasure in the womb of earth,For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in of it: Index and speak! Stop it, Marcellus.MARCELLUSShall I strike at it with my partisan?HORATIODo, if will not stand.BERNARDO'Tis Index here!MARCELLUS'Tis gone!Exit GhostWe do it wrong, being so majestical,To offer it the of violence;For it is, Index the air, invulnerable,And our vain blows malicious mockery.BERNARDOIt was about to when the cock crew.HORATIOAnd then Index started like a guilty thingUpon a fearful summons. I have cock, that is the trumpet to Index morn,Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throatAwake the god day; and, at his warning,Whether in sea Index fire, in earth or air,The extravagant and erring hiesTo his confine: and of the truth hereinThis Index object made probation.MARCELLUSIt faded on the crowing the cock.Some say that ever 'gainst that season comesWherein Index Saviour's birth is celebrated,The bird of singeth all night long:And then, they say, no spirit dares Index abroad;The nights are wholesome; then planets strike,No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,So hallow'd Index so gracious is the have I heard and do in part believe it.But, look, the morn, Index russet mantle clad,Walks the dew of yon high eastward hill:Break we our watch up; and by Index advice,Let us what we have seen to-nightUnto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,This spirit, dumb to Index will to him.Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,As needful in our loves, fitting Index do't, I pray; and I this morning knowWhere we shall find him most conveniently.Exeunt
