Imágenes de páginas

See, it stalks away.

MARC. It is offended.
HORA. Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!
[Exit Ghost.

MARC. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
BERN. How now, Horatio! you tremble, and look pale:
Is not this something more than fantasy?

What think you on 't?

HORA. Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch


Of mine own eyes.
Is it not like the King?
HORA. As thou art to thyself:

Such was the very armour he had on
When he the ambitious Norway combated;
So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded Polack on the ice.
"Tis strange.

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

HORA. In what particular thought to work I know

That can I;

At least, the whisper goes so.
Our last King,
Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet
1 hurried employment.


But, in the gross and scope of my opinion,

This bodes some strange eruption to our State.
MARC. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
Why this same strict and most observant watch
So nightly toils the subject of the land;

And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
And foreign mart for implements of war;
Why such impress1 of shipwrights, whose sore task
Does not divide the Sunday from the week.
What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day?
Who is 't that can inform me?




Sc. I

Sc. I

(For so this side of our known World esteem'd him) Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact, Well ratified by law and heraldry,

Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands

Which he stood seiz'd of to the conqueror :
Against the which, a moiety competent
Was gaged by our King; which had return'd
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,

Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,

And carriage' of the article design'd,

His fell to Hamlet. Now, Sir, young Fortinbras,

Of inapproved mettle hot and full,

Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,
Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,

For food and diet, to some enterprise

That hath a stomach in 't; which is no other
(As it doth well appear unto our State)
But to recover of us, by strong hand
And terms compulsative, those foresaid lands
So by his father lost: and this, I take it,
Is the main motive of our preparations,
The source of this our watch, and the chief head
Of this post-haste and romage2 in the land.
BERN. I think it be no other but e'en so:

Well may it sort, that this portentous figure
Comes armed through our watch; so like the King
That was and is the question of these wars.
HORA. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.

In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,

The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:
As Stars with trains of fire; and dews of blood;
Disasters in the Sun; and the moist Star,
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:
And even the like precurse of fierce events,
As harbingers preceding still the Fates,
And prologue to the omen coming on,
Have Heaven and Earth together demonstrated

1 import.

2 overhauling of stores.

[merged small][merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small]
[blocks in formation]

And our vain blows malicious mockery.
BERN. It was about to speak when the cock crew.
HORA. And then it started like a guilty thing

Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the God of Day; and at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring Spirit hies
To his confine: and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.
MARC. It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:

'pike, halbert.

2 escaped and wandering.

'Tis here!
[Exit Ghost.




Sc. I

Sc. I

And then, they say, no Spirit dare stir abroad ;
The nights are wholesome; then no Planets strike,
No Fairy takes, nor Witch hath power to charm ;
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
HORA. So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill:
Break we our watch up; and, by my advice,
Let us impart what we have seen to-night
young Hamlet; for, upon my life,
This Spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
MARC. Let's do 't, I pray; and I this morning know
Where we shall find him most conveniently. [exeunt.

SCENE II. The Same. A Room of State in the Castle.
VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants.
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;1

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 of this warlike State,
Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy-
With one auspicious and one dropping eye;
With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
In equal scale weighing delight and dole;-
Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd
Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
With this affair along: for all, our thanks.
Now follows that you know: Young Fortinbras,
Holding a weak supposal of our worth,
Or thinking by our late dear brother's death

1 wear a single face of woe.


[ocr errors]

Our State to be disjoint and out of frame,
Colleagued with the dream of his advantage,
He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,
Importing the surrender of those lands
Lost by his father, with all bonds of law,
To our most valiant brother. So much for him.
Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting,
Thus much the business is: We have here writ
To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras
(Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears
Of this his nephew's purpose) to suppress
His further gait herein; in that the levies,
The lists, and full proportions, are all made
Out of his subject. And we here dispatch
You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,
For bearers of this greeting to old Norway;
Giving to you no further personal power
To business with the King, more than the scope
Of these dilated articles allow.

Farewell; and let
and let your haste commend your duty.

CORN. In that and all things will we shew our duty.




KING. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell.
And now, Laertes, what's the news with you ?
You told us of some suit; what is 't, Laertes ?

My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France,
And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.



You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,

And lose your voice: what would'st thou beg, Laertes,

That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?

The head is not more native to the heart,
The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
What would'st thou have, Laertes?


Dread my Lord,
Your leave and favour to return to France;
From whence though willingly I came to Denmark,
To shew my duty in your Coronation;

Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,


[merged small][ocr errors]
« AnteriorContinuar »