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Cap. Ha! let me see her :-Out, alas! she's cold: 1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and
Her blood is settled ; and her joints are stiff;
Life and these lips have long been separated : Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up : patup:
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. (Esii
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be Accursed time! unfortunate old man !

amended.
Nurse. O lamen.able day!
La. Cap.
O woful time!

Enter Peter.
Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make Pet. Musicians, 0, musicians, Heart's ease,
me wail,

heart's ease; 0, an you will have me live, play Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. -heart's ease.

1 Mus. Why heart's ease?
Enter Friar Laurence and Paris, with Musicians. Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself
Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church ? plays-My heart is full of 20. o, play the
Cap. Ready to go, but never to return: some meriy dump, to comfort me.
O son, the night before thy wedding-day 2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'uis no time to play
Hath death lain with thy bride:-See, there she lies, now.
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.

Pet. You will not then ?
Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir ; Mus. No.
My daughter he hath wedded! I will die, Pet. I will then give it you soundly.
And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's. 1 Mus. What will you give us ?
Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's. Pet. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek :
face,

I will give you the minstrel.
And doth it give me such a sight as this? 1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-cres-
La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hate ture.
ful day !

Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's daz. Most miserable hour that e'er time saw

ger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!

I'll re you, I'll fa you ; Do you note me ? But one, poor one, one pocr and loving child, 1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. But one thing to rejoice and solace in,

2 Mus. 'Pray you, put up your dagger, and And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight put out your wit.

Nurse. U wo! O woful, woful, woful day! Pet. Then have at you with my wit : I will Most lamentable day! most woful day,

dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my That ever, ever, I did yet behold!

iron dagger :- Answer me like men : O day I 0 day ! O day! O hateful day!

When griping grief the heart doth wound, Never was seen so black a day as this:

And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Owoful day, O woful day!

Then musick with her silver soundPar. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain, Why silver sound ? why, musick with her si Most detestable death by thee beguild,

ver sound? By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown

What say you, Simon Catling? O love! O life!-not life, but love in death! 1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet Cap. Despis'd, distress'd, hated, martyr'd, sound. kill'd!

Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ? Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now 2 Mus. 1 say-silver sound, because musicians To murder murder our solemnity ?

sound for silver. O child 1 O child l-my soul, and not my child l-Pet. Pretty too !-What say you, James Soap Dead art thou, dead I-alack! my child is dead; And, with my child, my joys are buried ! 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Fri. Peace, ho, for shaine ! confusion's cure Pet. O, I cry you mercy ! you are the singer; lives not

I will say for you. It is-musick with her silter In these confusions. Heaven and yourself sound, because such fellows as you have seldom Had part in this fair maid ; now heaven hath all, gold for sounding : And aN the better is it for the maid :

Then musick with her silver sound Your part in her you could not keep from death; With speedy help doth lend redress. But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.

[Erit, singing
The most you sought washer promotion ; 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same!
For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd : 2. Mus. Hang him, Jack ! Come, we'll in bere;
And weep.ye now seeing she is advanc'd, tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner.
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
0, in this love, you love your child so ill,
That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
She's not well married, that lives married long :

ACT V.
But she's best married, that dies married young. SCENE I. Mantua. A Street.
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary

Enter Romeo.
On this fair corse ; and, as the custom is,
In all her best array bear her to church :

Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, For though fond nature bids us all lament, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;

Cap. All things that we ordained festival, And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit
Turn from their office to black funeral;

Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts Our instruments, to melancholy bells;

I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead, Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast; (Strange dream that gives a dead man leave u Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change ;

think :)
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,
And all things change them to the contrary. That 1 reviv'd, and was an emperor.
Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with Ah me! how sweet is love itself possessid,

When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
And go, sir Paris ;-every one prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave:

Enter Balthasar.
The heavens do lonr upon you, for some ill; News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar?
Move

them no more, by crossing their high will. Dust thou not bring me letters from the friar1 (Exeunt Cap. Lady Cap. Paris, and Friar. How doth my lady? Is my father well ?

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How fares my Juliet? That I ask again; I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Come, cordial, and not poison ! go with me Her body sleeps in Capet's monument,

To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. And her immortal part with angels lives;

[Exeunt I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,

SCENE II. Friar Laurence's Cell. And presently took post to tell it you; O pardon me for bringing these ill news,

Enter Friar John. Since you did leave it for my office, sir.

John. Holy Franciscan friar ! brother, ho! Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars ! Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and pa

Enter Friar Laurence. per,

Lau. This same should be the voice of Friar And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.

John. Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus: Welcome from Mantua ; What says Romes; Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. Some misadventure.

John. Going to find a barefoot brother out, Rom.

Tush, thou art deceiv'd ; One of our order to associate me,
Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do; Here in this city visiting the sick,
Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Bal. No, my good lord.

Suspecting that we both were in a house
Rom.

No matter : get thee gone, Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;

(Exit Balthasar. So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'l. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ? Let's see for means:-0, mischiefl thou art John. I could not send it.-here it is again, swift

Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men ! So fearful were they of infection.
I do remember an apothecary, -

Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted The letter was not nice, but full of charge,
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows; Of dear import; and the neglecting it
Culling of simples; meagre were his looks, May do much darger : Friar John, go hence;
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones: Get me an irou crow, and bring it straight
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,

Unto my cell. An alligator stuiff'd. and other skins

John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. Of ill shap'd fishes; and about his shelves

[Erit. A beggarly account of empty boxes,

Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; Green earihen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Within this three hours will tair Juliet wake; Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, She will beshrew me much, that Romeo Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. Hath had no notice of these nccidents: Noting this penury, to myself I said

But I will write again to Mantua, And if a man did need a poison now,

Aud keep her at my cell till Romeo come; Whose sale is present death in Mantua,

Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! Here lives a ca itiff wretch would sell it' him.

[Erit. O, this same thought did but forerun my need ;

SCENE JII. and this same needy man must sell it me. As I remember, this should be the house;

A Church Yard : in it a Monument belonging Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut

to the Capulets. What, ho! apothecary!

Enter Paris, and his Page, bearing Flowers and

Torch.
Enter Apothecary.

Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and Ap.

Who calls so loud ? stand sloof;-Rom. Come hither, man.-1 see, that thou art Yet put it out, for' I wonld not be seen. poor;

Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, Hold, there is forty ducats ; let me have Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; A dram of poison; such soor-speeding geer So shall no foot pon the church yard tread As will disperse itself through all the veins, (Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,) That the lile-weary taker may fall dead; But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath As signal that thou hear?:t something approach As violently, as hasty powder fir'd

Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure. law

(Retires. Es death, to any he that utters them.

Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretched bridal bed : ness,

Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,

The perfect model of eternity;
Need and oppression stareth in thy eyes, Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain,
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,

Accept this latest favour at my hands; the world is not thy friend, nor the world's That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, law :

With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb! The world affords no law to make thee rich:

[The Boy whistles. Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.

The boy gives warning, something doth apAp. My poverty, but not my will, consents.

proach Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. What curse: foot wanders this way to-night,

Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, To cross my obsequies, and true-love's rights ? And drink it off; and, if you had the strength

What, with a torch !--muffle me, night, a while. Of twenty men, it would despatch your straight.

Retires, Rom. There is thy gold, worse poison to men's

Enter Romeo and Balthasar, with a Torch, souls,

Mattock, &c. Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenchnot sell :

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Hold, take this letter; early in the morning Have they been merry 7 which their keepers call
See thou deliver it to my lord and father. A lightning before death : 0, how may I
Give me the light: Upon thy life I charge thee, Call this a lightning ?-0, my love! my wife!
Whate'er thoa hear'si, or seest, stand all aloof," Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
And do not interrupt me in my course.

Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty :
Why I descend into this bed of death,

Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is, partly, to behold my lady's sace:

Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, But chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger And death's pale flag is not advanced there.A precious ring; a ring that I must use Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? In dear employment : therefore hence, be u, what more favour can I do to thee, gone :

Than with that hand that cut why youth is But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry

twain; In what I further shall intend to do,

To sunder his that was thine enemy?
By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, Forgive me, cousin !-Ah, dear Juliet,
And strew this hungry charchyard with thy Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
limbs:

That unsubstantial death is amorous;
The time and my intents are savage wild; And that the lean abhorved monster keeps
More fierce, and more inexorable far,

Thee here in dark to be his paramour ?
Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea.

For fear of that, I will still stay with thee; Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. And never from this palace ot dim night Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.- Depart again; here, here will I remain take thou that:

With worms that are thy chambermaids 0. Live, and be prosperous ; and farewell, good here fellow.

Will I set up my everlasting rest; Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout : And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your

(Retires. Rom. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of Arms, take your last embrace ! and lips, O you death,

The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, A dateless bargain to engrossing death!-Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,

Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide ! Breaking open the Door

of the Monument. Thon (lesperate pilot, now at once run ou And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! The dashing rocko thy seasick weary bark!

Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, Here's to my love! (Drinks.)-0, true apothe That murder'd my love's cousin ;-with whiclr cary ! grief,

Thy drugs are quick.-Thus with a kiss I die. It is supposed the fair creature died,

(Diss. And here is come to do some villanous shame To the dead bodies; I will apprehend him.

Enter at the other end of the Churchyard, Frias

(Advances. Laurence, with a Lantern, Crow, and Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague ;

Spade. Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death? Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to. Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee :

night Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Have my old feet stumbled at graves :- Who's Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I there? hither.

Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead ? Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows Fly hence and leave me ;-think upon these

you well. gone;

Fri. 'Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my Let them aftright thee.--I beseech thee, youth, friend, Heap not another sin upon my head,

What torch is yond' that vainly lends his light By urging me to fury :-0, be gone!

To grubs and eyeless sculls ? as I disceru, By heaven, I love thee better than myself: It burneth in the Capels' monument. For I come hither arm'd against myself:

Bal. It doth so "holy sir; and there's my Stay not, begone ;-live, and hereafter say

master, A madman's mercy bade thee run away. One that you love. Par. I do defy thy conjurations,

Fri.

Who is it? Aud do attach thee as a felon here.

Bal.

Romeo. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me ? then have at Fri. How long hath he been there? thee, boy [They fight. Bal.

Full half an hour. Page. O lord i they fight; I will go call the Fri. Go with me to the vanit. watch. (Erit Page. Bal.

I dare not, sir: Par. 0, 1 am slain ! [Falls.)-If thou be mer. My master knows not, but I am gone bence, ciful,

And fearfully did menace me with death, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. (Dies. If I did stay to look on his intents. Rom. In faith, I will :-Let me peruse this Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone ;-Fear coisas face;

upon me: Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris; 0, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. What said my man when my betossed soul Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, Did not attend him as we rode? I think, I dreamt my master and another-fought, He told me, Paris should have married Juliet: And that my master slew him. Said he not so? or did I dream it so?

Fri.

Romeo ? [Adrancas. Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains To think it was so?-0, give me thy hand, The stony entrance of this sepalchre ?One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! What mean these masterless and gory swords I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,

To lie discolour'd by this place of peace ? A grave? O, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth,

[Enters the Monument For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes Romeo! 0, pale !-Who else? what, Paris too! This vaalt a feasting presence full of light. And steep'dic blood ?-Ah, what an unkind Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.

hour (Laying Paris in the Monument. Is guilty of this lamentable chance How oft when men are at the point of death The lady stirs. [Juliet wakes and start.

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Jul. O cornfortable friar! where is my lord ? With instruments upon them, fit to open
I do remember well where I should be,

These dear men's tombs.
And there I am :-Where is my Romeo ?

Cap. O heavens !--0, wife! look how onr

(Noise within. daughter bleeds !
Fri 1 hear some noise. -Lady, come from that This dagger hath misti'en,- for lo! this house
pest

Is emply on the back of Montague-
Of death, contagion, and annatural sleep; And is missheathed in my daughter's bosom.
A greater Power than we can contradict La. Cap. O me, this sight or death is as a bell,
Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away : That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;
And Paris too ; come, I'll dispose of thee

Enter Montague and Others.
Among a sisterhood of holy nuos:

Prince. Come, Montague, for thou art early np,
Stay not to question, for the watch is coming ; To see thy son and heir more early down.
Come, go, good Juliet,-[Noise again.) I dare Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
stay no longer.

[Erit. Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath;
Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. What further wo conspires against mine age 1
What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's Prince. Look, and thou shall see.
hand?

Mon. Othou untaught! what manners is in this,
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end : To press before thy father to a grave ?
O churl! drink all: and leave no friendly drop, Prince. Seal up the inouth of outrage for a
To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;

while,
Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, 'Till we can clear these ambiguities,
To make me die with a restorative.

And know their spring, their head, their true [Kisses him.

descent;
Thy lips are warm !

And then will I be general of your woes,
I Watch (Within. ) Lead, boy :- Which way ? And lead you even to death : Mean time forbear,
Jul Yea, noise ?—then I'll be brief.-- happy And let mischance be slave to patience.

dagger! (Snatching Romeo's Dagger. Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
This is thy sheath (Stabs herself ]; there rust, Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,
and let me die.

Yei most suspected, as the time and place [Falls on Romeo's Body, and dies. Doth make against me, of this direful murder ; Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris.

And here I stand, both to impeach and purge

My self condemned and myself excus'u. Page. This is the place; there, where the Prince. Then say at once what dost thou know toreh doth burn.

in this.
1 Watch. The ground is bloody ; search about Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath
the churchyard :

Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
Go, some of you, whoefer you find, attach. Rompeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;

(Ereunt some. And she, ibere dead, that Romeo's faithful wite :
Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain; I married them; and their stolen marriage-day,
And Juice bleeding; warm and newly dead,
Who here hath lain these two days buried.

Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death

Banish'd the new made bridegroom from this Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets,

city : Raise up the Montagues, some others search ;- For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd.

[Exeunt other Watchmen. You-to remove that siege of grief from her, We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; Betroth'd, and would have married her per. But the true ground of all these piteous woes

force We cannot without circunstance descry. To county Paris :-Then comes she to me;

Enter some of the Watch, with Balthasar. And, with wild looks, bid me devise some meana 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him Or, jo my cell there would she kill herself.

To rid her from this second marriage,
1 Walch. Hold him in safety, till the prince A sleeping potion ; which so took effect

Then gave 1 her, so tutor'd by my art,
come hither.

As I intended, for it wrought on her
Enter another Watchman, with Friar Lau. The form of death. meantime I writ to Romeo,

That he should hither come as this dire night, 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, and weeps :

Being ihe time the potion's force should cease.
We took this mattock and this spade from him, But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
As he was coming from this churchyard side.

Was staid by accident; and yesternight
1 Watch. A great suspicion ; Stay the friar too. Returu'd my letter back: Then all alone,

At the prefix'd hour of her waking,
Enter the Prince and Attendants.

Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
Prince. What misadventure is so early up, Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
That calls our person from our morning's rest? Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:

But when I came (some minute ere the time
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Others.

Of her awakening), here untimely lay,
Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead.
abroad?

She wakes : and I entreated her come forth,
La. Cap. The people in the street cry-Romeo, And bear this work of heaven with patience:
Some-Juliet, and some-Paris ;--and all run, But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
With open outcry toward our monument. And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
Prince. What fear is this which startles in our But (as it seems) did violence on herself.
ears?

All this I know and to the marriage
1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris Her nurse is privy: And, if aught in this
slain ;

Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
And Romeo dead ; and Juliet, dead before, Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time,
Warm, and new kill'd.

Unto the rigour of severest law.
Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul Prince. We still have known thee for a holy
murder comnes.

man. 1 Walch. Here is a friar, and slaughtered Ro- Where's Romeo's man? what can he way in meo's man

this ?

rence.

Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's Where be these enemies ? Capulet ! Montague ! death?

See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, And then in post he came from Mantua, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with To this same place, to this same monument.

love! This letler he early bid me give his father : And I, for winking at your discords too, And threaten'd me with death, going in the Have lost a brace of kinsmen :-all are punisbd. vault,

Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand; If I departed not, and left him there.

This is my daughter's jointure, for no more Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it. Can I demand. Where is the county's page, that rais'd the Mon.

But I can give thee more: watch?

For I will raise her statue in pure gold; Sirrah, what made your master in this place? That, while Verona by that name is known, Page. He came with flowers to strew his There shall no figure at such rate be set, lady's grave;

As that of true and faithful Juliet. And bid me stand aloof, and so I did;

Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb; Poor sacrifices of our enmity! And, by and by, my master drew on him; Prince. A glooming peace this morning with And then I ran away to call the watch.

it brings : Prince. This letter doth make good iwe friar's The sun for sorrow will not show his head: words,

Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Their course of love, the tidings of her death : Some shall be pardoved, and some punished; And here he writes--that he did buy a poison For never was a story of more wo, of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal

Than this of Juliet und her Romeo. Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.

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HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK.

PERSONS REPRESENTED. CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark.

BERNARDO, an Officer. HAMLET, Son to the former, and Nephew to FRANCISCO, a Soldier. the present King.

REYNALDO, Serrant to Polonias. POLONIUS, Lord Chamberlain.

A Captain An Ambrıssador. HORATIO, Friend to Hamlet.

Ghosi of Hamlet's Father.
LAERTES, Son to Polonius.

FORTINBRAS, Prince of Norway,
VOLTIMAND,
CORNELIUS,
ROSENCRANTZ,
Courtiers.

GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and Mother

to Hamlet.

OPHELIA, Daughter to Polonius
OSRIC, a Courtier.
Another Courtier.

Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, A Priest.

Grave-diggers, Sailors, Messengers, and othe MARCELLUS, an Officer.

Attendants.
SCENE,-Elsinore.

1

ACT I.

Mar.

O, farewell, honest soldier:

Who hath reliev'd you ? SCENE I. Elsinore. A Platform before the

Fran.

Bernardo hath my place
Castle.
Give you good night.

| Erit Francisco Francisco on his Post. Enter to him Bernardo. Mar.

Holla! Bernardo !

Ber. Ber. Who's there?

Say. Fran. Nay, answer me; stand, and unfold What, is Horatio there?

Hor. Yourself.

A piece of him. Ber. Long live the king !

Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Mar Fran.

Bernardo?

cellus. Ber.

He. Hor. Wbat, has this thing appear'd again to Pran. You come most carefully upon your Ber. I have seen nothing.

night 1 hour. Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve ; get thee to bed, Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy; Francisco.

And will not let helief take hold of him, Fran. For this relief, much thanks : 'tis bitter Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us; cold,

Therefore I have entreated him along, And I am sick at heart.

With us to watch the minutes of this night; Ber. Have you had quiet guard ?

T'hat, if again this apparition come, Fran.

Not a nouse stirring. He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. Ber. Well, good night.

Hor. Tash! tush! 'will not appear. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,

Ber.

Sit down awhile; The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.

And let us once again assail your ears,

That are so fortified against our story,
Enter Horatio and Marcellus,

What we two nights have seen.
Fran. I think, I hear them.-- Stand, ho! Who Hor.

Well, sit we don, is there?

And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Hor. Friends to this ground.

Ber. Last night of all, Mar.

And liegemen to the Dane. When yon same star, that's westward from the Fran, Give you good night.

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