Hamlet
- PG
- Year:
- 2009
- 180 min
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CAMERA WHIRS:
Who's there? Nay, answer me!
Stand, and unfold yourself.
Long live the king! Bernardo? He.
You come most carefully
upon your hour.
get thee to bed, Francisco.
For this relief much thanks.
'Tis bitter cold,
and I am sick at heart.
Have you had quiet guard?
Not a mouse stirring.
Well, good night.
Stand, ho! Who's there?
Friends to this ground.
And liegemen to the Dane.
Give you good night.
Farewell, honest soldier.
Who hath relieved you?
Bernardo has my place.
Give you good night.
Holla! Bernardo!
Say, what, is Horatio there?
A piece of him. Welcome, Horatio,
welcome, good Marcellus.
What, has this thing
appeared again tonight?
I have seen nothing.
Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
and will not let belief
take hold of him.
Touching this dreaded sight,
twice seen of us.
Therefore I have entreated him
along with us
to watch the minutes of this night,
that if again the apparition come,
he may approve our eyes
and speak to it.
Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
Then let us once again
assail your ears,
that are so fortified
against our story
what we have two nights seen.
Well, let us hear Bernardo
speak of this.
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...
Peace! Break thee off.
In the same figure,
like the king that's dead.
Thou art a scholar -
speak to it, Horatio.
Looks it not like the king?
Mark it, Horatio.
Most like, it harrows me with fear
and wonder. It would be spoke to.
Question it, Horatio.
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!
It is offended. See, it stalks away!
Stay! Speak, speak!
I charge thee, speak!
'Tis gone,
and will not answer.
Before my God,
I might not this believe
without the sensible and true avouch
of mine own eyes.
Thus twice before,
and jump at this dead hour,
with martial stalk
hath he gone by our watch.
In what particular
thought to work I know not,
but in the gross and scope
of my opinion,
this bodes some strange eruption
to our state.
Good now, stand close,
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.
What might be toward,
that this sweaty haste
doth make the night
joint-labourer with the day?
Who is't that can inform me?
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
dared to the combat,
did slay this Fortinbras, who thus
did forfeit, with his life,
all these his lands.
Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
of unimproved mettle hot and full,
hath in the skirts of Norway
here and there
shark'd up a list
of lawless resolutes,
to recover of us
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 romage in the land.
But soft, behold!
I'll cross it, though it blast me.
Stay, illusion!
If thou hast any sound,
or use of voice, speak to me.
If thou art privy
to thy country's fate,
which, happily,
foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!
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