Hamlet Page #4
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- 2009
- 180 min
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to see you. Good even, sir.
But what, in faith,
make you from Wittenberg?
'ere you depart.
My lord, I came to see
your father's funeral.
I pray thee, do not mock me,
fellow-student -
I think it was to see
my mother's wedding.
Indeed, my lord,
it follow'd hard upon.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio!
the marriage tables.
My father!
Methinks I see my father.
Where, my lord?
In my mind's eye, Horatio.
I saw him once.
He was a goodly king.
He was a man.
Take him for all in all.
I shall not look upon
his like again.
My lord...
I think I saw him yesternight.
Saw who?
My lord, the king your father.
The king my father!
Season your admiration with an
attent ear, till I may deliver,
upon the witness of these gentlemen,
this marvel to you.
For God's love, let me hear.
Two nights together
had these gentlemen,
Marcellus and Bernardo,
on their watch,
in the dead vast
and middle of the night,
been thus encounter'd.
A figure like your father,
Armed at point exactly,
cap-a-pe,
appears before them,
and with solemn march
goes slow and stately by them.
This to me
In dreadful secrecy impart they did,
and I with them the third night
kept the watch
where, as they had deliver'd,
the apparition comes.
I knew your father,
these hands are not more like.
But where was this? My lord, upon
the platform where we watch'd.
Did you not speak to it?
My lord, I did, but answer
made it none. 'Tis very strange.
As I do live, my honour'd lord,
'tis true.
And we did think it
writ down in our duty
to let you know of it. Indeed.
Indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
Hold you the watch tonight?
We do, my lord.
Arm'd, say you? Arm'd, my lord.
From top to toe?
My lord, from head to foot.
Then saw you not his face?
O, yes, my lord,
he wore his beaver up.
What look'd he - frowningly?
A countenance
more in sorrow than in anger.
Pale or red? Nay, very pale.
And fix'd his eyes upon you?
Most constantly.
I would I had been there.
It would have much amazed you.
Very like, very like.
Stay'd it long?
While one with moderate haste might
tell a hundred. Longer, longer.
Not when I saw't.
His beard was grizzled?
It was, as I have seen it
in his life,
a sable silver'd.
perchance 'twill walk again.
I warrant it will.
If it assume
my noble father's person,
I'll speak to it,
though Hell itself should gape
and bid me hold my peace.
I pray you all,
if you have hitherto
conceal'd this sight,
let it be tenable
in your silence still,
and whatsoever else
shall hap to-night,
give it an understanding,
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