Hamletby Management Development ShakespeareDRAMATIS PERSONAEClaudius, King of Denmark.Hamlet, Son to the late, and Nephew to the present King.Fortinbras, Prince of Friend to Hamlet.Polonius, Lord Management Development his Son.Voltimand, Cornelius, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, Osric and A Gentleman - Courtiers.A Priest.Marcellus Bernardo - Officers.Francisco, a Soldier.Reynaldo, Servant to Polonius.A Captain.English Management Development Clowns, Grave-diggers.Gertrude, Queen of Denmark and Mother Hamlet.Ophelia, Daughter to Polonius.Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, and Attendants.Ghost of Hamlet's Father.ACT Management Development I. Elsinore. platform before the castle.FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDOBERNARDOWho's there?FRANCISCONay, answer me: stand, and unfold live Management Development king!FRANCISCOBernardo?BERNARDOHe.FRANCISCOYou come most carefully upon your hour.BERNARDO'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.FRANCISCOFor relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,And Management Development am sick at heart.BERNARDOHave you had quiet guard?FRANCISCONot a mouse good night.If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,The rivals of my Management Development bid them make haste.FRANCISCOI think hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUSHORATIOFriends to this ground.MARCELLUSAnd liegemen to the Dane.FRANCISCOGive Management Development night.MARCELLUSO, farewell, honest soldier:Who hath relieved you?FRANCISCOBernardo has my place.Give you good night.ExitMARCELLUSHolla! Bernardo!BERNARDOSay,What, is Horatio there?HORATIOA of him.BERNARDOWelcome, Horatio: Management Development good Marcellus.MARCELLUSWhat, has this thing appear'd again to-night?BERNARDOI have seen nothing.MARCELLUSHoratio says 'tis our fantasy,And will not let belief take hold Management Development himTouching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:Therefore have entreated him alongWith us to watch the minutes of this night;That if Management Development this apparition come,He approve our eyes and speak to it.HORATIOTush, tush, 'twill not appear.BERNARDOSit down awhile;And let us once again Management Development ears,That are so fortified against our storyWhat we have two nights seen.HORATIOWell, sit we down,And let hear Bernardo speak of this.BERNARDOLast Management Development of all,When yond same star that's westward from the poleHad made course to illume that part of heavenWhere now it burns, Management Development and myself,The bell then beating one,�Enter break thee off; look, where it comes again!BERNARDOIn the same figure, like the king that's Management Development art scholar; speak to it, Horatio.BERNARDOLooks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.HORATIOMost like: it harrows me fear and Management Development would be spoke to.MARCELLUSQuestion it, Horatio.HORATIOWhat art thou that usurp'st this time of night,Together that fair and warlike formIn which the Management Development of buried DenmarkDid sometimes march? by heaven I charge speak!MARCELLUSIt is offended.BERNARDOSee, it stalks away!HORATIOStay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!Exit Management Development gone, and will not now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:Is not this something more than fantasy?What think you on't?HORATIOBefore my Management Development I might not this believeWithout the sensible and true avouchOf mine own eyes.MARCELLUSIs it not like the thou art to thyself:Such Management Development the very armour he had onWhen he the ambitious Norway combated;So frown'd once, when, in an angry parle,He smote the sledded Management Development on the ice.'Tis strange.MARCELLUSThus twice before, and at this dead hour,With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.HORATIOIn what particular Management Development to work know not;But in the gross and scope of my opinion,This bodes some strange eruption to our state.MARCELLUSGood sit Management Development and tell me, he that knows,Why this same strict and most observant watchSo nightly toils subject of the land,And why such Management Development cast of brazen cannon,And foreign mart for implements of war;Why impress of shipwrights, whose sore taskDoes not divide the Sunday from Management Development week;What might be toward, that sweaty hasteDoth make the night joint-labourer with the day:Who is't that can inform me?HORATIOThat can I;At Management Development whisper goes so. Our last king,Whose image even but now appear'd to us,Was, as you know, by of Norway,Thereto prick'd Management Development by a most emulate pride,Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet�For this side of our known world esteem'd him�Did Management Development this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact,Well ratified law and heraldry,Did forfeit, with his life, all those his landsWhich he stood Management Development of, to the the which, a moiety competentWas gaged by our king; which had return'dTo the inheritance of Fortinbras,Had he Management Development as, by the same covenant,And carriage of the article design'd,His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young unimproved mettle hot and full,Hath Management Development the skirts of Norway here and thereShark'd up a list of resolutes,For food and diet, to some enterpriseThat hath a stomach Management Development which is no other�As it doth appear unto our state�But to recover of us, by strong handAnd terms compulsatory, those foresaid Management Development by father lost: and this, I take it,Is the main motive of our preparations,The source of this our and the Management Development headOf this post-haste and romage in the land.BERNARDOI think it be no other but so:Well may it sort that this portentous Management Development armed through our watch; so like the kingThat was is the question of these wars.HORATIOA mote it is to trouble the Management Development eye.In the most high palmy state of Rome,A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted deadDid Management Development and gibber in the Roman streets:As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,Disasters in the and the moist starUpon Management Development influence Neptune's empire standsWas sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:And even the precurse of fierce events,As harbingers preceding still the fatesAnd Management Development to the omen coming on,Have heaven and together demonstratedUnto our climatures and countrymen.�But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!Re-enter GhostI'll Management Development it, though blast me. Stay, illusion!If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,Speak to me:If there be any thing Management Development be done,That may to thee do ease and grace to me,Speak to me:Cock crowsIf thou privy to thy country's fate,Which, happily, Management Development may avoid, O, speak!Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy treasure in the womb of earth,For which, they say, you spirits Management Development walk in death,Speak of it: and speak! Stop it, Marcellus.MARCELLUSShall I strike at it with my partisan?HORATIODo, if it will not Management Development here!MARCELLUS'Tis gone!Exit GhostWe do it wrong, being so majestical,To offer it the show of violence;For it is, the air, invulnerable,And Management Development vain blows malicious mockery.BERNARDOIt was about to speak, when the cock crew.HORATIOAnd then started like a guilty thingUpon a fearful summons. Management Development have heard,The cock, that is the trumpet to morn,Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throatAwake the god of day; and, at Management Development warning,Whether in sea fire, in earth or air,The extravagant and erring spirit hiesTo his confine: and of the truth hereinThis Management Development made probation.MARCELLUSIt faded on the crowing of the cock.Some say that ever 'gainst that season comesWherein Saviour's birth is celebrated,The bird Management Development dawning singeth all night long:And then, they say, no spirit dares abroad;The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,No fairy takes, Management Development witch hath power to charm,So hallow'd so gracious is the time.HORATIOSo have I heard and do in part believe it.But, look, Management Development morn, russet mantle clad,Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:Break we our watch up; and by advice,Let us Management Development what we have seen to-nightUnto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,This spirit, dumb to will speak to him.Do you consent we Management Development acquaint him with it,As needful in our loves, fitting duty?MARCELLUSLet's do't, I pray; and I this morning knowWhere we shall find Management Development most conveniently.Exeunt
