The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. Уильям Шекспир

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          Almost to jelly with the act of fear,

          Stand dumb and speak not to him. 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, both in time,

          Form of the thing, each word made true and good,

          The apparition comes. I knew your father.

          These hands are not more like.

        Ham. But where was this?

        Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.

        Ham. Did you not speak to it?

        Hor. My lord, I did;

          But answer made it none. Yet once methought

          It lifted up it head and did address

          Itself to motion, like as it would speak;

          But even then the morning cock crew loud,

          And at the sound it shrunk in haste away

          And vanish'd from our sight.

        Ham. 'Tis very strange.

        Hor. 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.

        Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs. But this troubles me.

          Hold you the watch to-night?

        Both [Mar. and Ber.] We do, my lord.

        Ham. Arm'd, say you?

        Both. Arm'd, my lord.

        Ham. From top to toe?

        Both. My lord, from head to foot.

        Ham. Then saw you not his face?

        Hor. O, yes, my lord! He wore his beaver up.

        Ham. What, look'd he frowningly.

        Hor. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

        Ham. Pale or red?

        Hor. Nay, very pale.

        Ham. And fix'd his eyes upon you?

        Hor. Most constantly.

        Ham. I would I had been there.

        Hor. It would have much amaz'd you.

        Ham. Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?

        Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.

        Both. Longer, longer.

        Hor. Not when I saw't.

        Ham. His beard was grizzled- no?

        Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,

          A sable silver'd.

        Ham. I will watch to-night.

          Perchance 'twill walk again.

        Hor. I warr'nt it will.

        Ham. 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 but no tongue.

          I will requite your loves. So, fare you well.

          Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,

          I'll visit you.

        All. Our duty to your honour.

        Ham. Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell.

      Exit.

      Scene III. Elsinore. A room in the house of Polonius

      Enter Laertes and Ophelia.