Hamlet
- G
- Year:
- 1969
- 117 min
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- Stand, ho!
- Who's there?
Nay, answer me.
Stand and unfold yourself.
- Long live the King!
- Bernardo?
He.
For this relief much thanks.
'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.
- Have you had quiet guard?
- Not a mouse stirring.
If you meet the rivals of my watch,
bid them make haste.
I think I hear them.
Stand, ho! Who goes there?
- Friends to this ground.
- And liegemen to the Dane.
Give you good night.
Welcome, Horatio.
- 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.
Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
Last night of all, when yond same
star that's westward from the pole...
In the same figure,
like the King that's dead.
Thou art a scholar; speak to 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.
Stay! Speak, speak!
I charge thee, speak!
'Tis gone, and will not answer.
How now, Horatio? Is not this
something more than fantasy?
- Is it not like the King?
- As thou art to thyself. 'Tis strange.
Thus twice before,
and jump at this dead hour,
he gone by our watch.
In what particular thought to work,
I know not:
but in the gross and scope
of mine opinion,
this bodes some strange eruption
to our state.
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! Speak of it.
Stay, and speak.
- Stop it, Marcellus!
- Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
'Tis gone.
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
to offer it the show of violence;
for it is, as the air, invulnerable.
It was about to speak,
when the cock crew.
And then it started like a guilty thing
upon a fearful summons.
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;
and then, they say,
no spirit dare stir abroad.
So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
But look, the morn,
walks o'er the dew
of yon high eastern hill.
Break we our watch up;
and, by my advice,
Iet us impart what we have seen tonight
unto young Hamlet;
for upon my life, this spirit,
dumb to us, will speak to him.
Though yet of Hamlet our dear
brother's death the memory be green,
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,
th' imperial jointress
to this warlike state,
have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy,
with mirth in funeral, and with dirge
in marriage, taken to wife.
Now follows that you know:
young Fortinbras,
holding a weak supposal of our worth,
he hath not failed to pester us
with message
importing the surrender of those lands
lost by his father with all bands of law,
to our most valiant brother.
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.
So much for him!
So, Laertes, what's the news with you?
My dread lord, your leave
and favour to return to France;
I came to Denmark
to show my duty in your coronation,
yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
my thoughts and wishes
Have you your father's leave?
What says Polonius?
He hath, my lord, wrung from me
my slow leave by laboursome petition.
I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
Take thy fair hour, Laertes;
time be thine,
and thy best graces spend it at thy will!
And now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,
how is it that the clouds
still hang on you?
Not so, my lord;
I am too much in the sun.
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
and let thine eye
look like a friend on Denmark.
Do not for ever with they vailed lids
seek for thy noble father in the dust.
Thou know'st 'tis common -
all that lives must die,
passing through nature to eternity.
Aye, madam, it is common.
If it be,
why seems it so particular with thee?
Seems? Nay, madam, it is;
I know not seems.
'Tis not alone my inky cloak,
good mother,
nor customary suits of solemn black,
nor the dejected haviour of the visage,
together with all forms, moods, shapes
of grief, that can denote me truly.
These, indeed, seem;
for they are actions
that a man might play.
But I have that within which passes show;
these but the trappings
and the suits of woe.
It is sweet and commendable
in your nature, Hamlet,
to you father,
but you must know
your father lost a father,
that father lost lost his.
But to persever in obstinate condolement
is a course of impious stubbornness;
'tis unmanly grief.
We pray you throw to earth
this unprevailing woe
and think of us as of a father;
for let the world take note you are
the most immediate to our throne.
For your intent in going back to school
in Wittenberg,
it is most retrograde to our desire; and
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