PERSONS REPRESENTED

CLAUDIUS: KING OF DENMARK.

HAMLET: SON TO THE LATE, AND NEPHEW TO THE

PRESENT KING.

POLONIUS: LORD CHAMBERLAIN.

HORATIO: FRIEND TO HAMLET.

LAERTES: SON TO POLONIUS.

GERTRUDE: QUEEN OF DENMARK, AND MOTHER TO HAMLET.

OPHELIA: DAUGHTER TO POLONIUS.

LORDS, LADIES, OFFICERS, SOLDIERS, SAilors,
MESSENGERS, AND OTHER ATTENDANTS.

GHOST OF HAMLET'S FATHER.

SCENE-Denmark.

THE TRAGEDY OF HAMLET PRINCE OF DENMARK

ACT I

SCENE I. Elsinore. A Platform before the Castle.

FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO.

BERN. Who's there?

FRAN. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
BERN. Long live the King!

FRAN. Bernardo?

BERN. He.

FRAN. You come most carefully upon your hour.

BERN. "Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Fran

cisco.

FRAN. For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,

And I am sick at heart.

BERN. Have you had quiet guard?

FRAN.

BERN. Well, good night.

If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,

Not a mouse stirring.

The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
FRAN. I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's

there?

Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.

HORA. Friends to this ground.
MARC.
FRAN. Give you good night.
MARC.

Who hath reliev'd you?
FRAN.

Give you good night.

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And liegemen to the Dane.

O, farewell, honest Soldier:

Bernardo has my place.

[exit.

And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
BERN. Last night of all,

When yond same Star that's westward from the Pole
Had made his course to illume that part of Heaven
Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
The bell then beating one-

MARC. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!

1 confirm the evidence of our eyes.

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Enter the Ghost.

BERN. In the same figure, like the King that's dead.
MARC. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
BERN. Looks it not like the King? mark it, Horatio.
HORA. Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.
BERN. It would be spoke to.

MARC.

Question it, Horatio. HORA. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night, Together with that fair and warlike form

In which the Majesty of buried Denmark

Did sometimes march? by Heaven I charge thee, speak!

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