Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. Уильям Шекспир

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      O, speak!

      O, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life

      Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,19

      For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,

      Speak of it:—stay, and speak!

      [Exit Ghost, L.H.]

      Mar. 'Tis gone!

      We do it wrong, being so majestical,

      To offer it the show of violence.

      Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew.

      Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing

      Upon a fearful summons.20 I have heard,

      The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn,

      Doth with his lofty21 and shrill-sounding throat

      Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,

      Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,

      The extravagant and erring spirit22 hies

      To his confine.

      But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,

      Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill:

      Break we our watch up; and, by my advice,

      Let us impart what we have seen to-night

      Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,

      This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.

      [Exeunt, L.H.]

      Scene II.—A ROOM OF STATE IN THE PALACE.

      Trumpet March.

      Enter the King and Queen, preceded by Polonius, Hamlet, Laertes23, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants.

      King. R.C. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death

      The memory be green;24 and that it us befitted

      To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom

      To be contracted in one brow of woe;

      Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature,

      That we with wisest sorrow25 think on him,

      Together with remembrance of ourselves.

      Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,

      The imperial jointress of this warlike state,

      Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,26

      Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd27

      Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone

      With this affair along:—For all, our thanks.

      And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?

      You told us of some suit; What is't, Laertes?

      Laer. (R.)

      My dread lord,

      Your leave and favour28 to return to France;

      From whence though willingly I came to Denmark,

      To show my duty in your coronation,

      Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,

      My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France,

      And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.

      King. Have you your father's leave? What says Polonious?

      Pol. (R.) He hath, my lord, (wrung from me my slow leave

      By laboursome petition; and, at last,

      Upon his will I sealed my hard consent):29

      I do beseech you, give him leave to go.

      King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,

      And thy best graces spend it at thy will!30

      But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son——

      Ham. (L.) A little more than kin, and less than kind.31

      [Aside.]

      King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

      Ham. Not so, my lord; I am too much i'the sun.32

      Queen. (L.C.) Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour33 off,

      And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.

      Do not for ever with thy vailed lids34

      Seek for thy noble father in the dust:

      Thou know'st 'tis common, all that live must die,

      Passing through nature to eternity.

      Ham. Ay, madam, it is common.

      Queen.

      If it be,

      Why seems it so particular with thee?

      Ham. Seems, СКАЧАТЬ