Hamlet, with line numbers E-Book

William Shakespeare

• Herausgeber: Seltzer Books
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Seitenzahl: 165

Beschreibung

The classic tragedy. According to Wikipedia: "Hamlet is a tragedy by William Shakespeare, believed to have been written between 1599 and 1601. The play, set in Denmark, recounts how Prince Hamlet exacts revenge on his uncle Claudius, who has murdered Hamlet's father, the King, and then taken the throne and married Hamlet's mother. The play vividly charts the course of real and feigned madness—from overwhelming grief to seething rage—and explores themes of treachery, revenge, incest, and moral corruption."

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Hamlet By William Shakespeare

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Antony and Cleopatra

Coriolanus

Julius Caesar

King Lear

Macbeth

Othello

Romeo and Juliet

Timon of Athens

Titus Andronicus

Troilus and Cressida

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Dramatis Personae

Hamlet

Act I

Scene I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle.

Scene II A room of state in the castle.

Scene III A room in Polonius' house.

Scene IV The platform.

Scene V Another part of the platform.

Act II

Scene I A room in POLONIUS' house.

Scene II A room in the castle.

Act III

Scene I A room in the castle.

Scene II A hall in the castle.

Scene III A room in the castle.

Scene IV The Queen's closet.

Act IV

Scene I A room in the castle.

Scene II Another room in the castle.

Scene III Another room in the castle.

Scene IV A plain in Denmark.

Scene V Elsinore. A room in the castle.

Scene VI Another Room In The castle.

Scene VII Another Room in the castle.

Act V

Scene I A churchyard.

Scene II A hall in the castle.

Dramatis Personae

Claudius, King Of Denmark. (KING CLAUDIUS:)

Hamlet, Son To The Late, And Nephew To The Present King.

Polonius, Lord Chamberlain. (LORD POLONIUS:)

Horatio, Friend To Hamlet.

Laertes, Son To Polonius.

Lucianus, Nephew To The King.

Courtiers

Voltimand

Cornelius

Rosencrantz

Guildenstern

Osric

A Gentleman, (Gentlemen:)

A Priest. (First Priest:)

Officers

Marcellus

Bernardo

Francisco, a soldier.

Reynaldo, servant to Polonius

Players.

(First Player:)

(Player King:)

(Player Queen:)

Two CLOWNs, grave-diggers.

(First CLOWN:)

(Second CLOWN:)

Fortinbras, prince of Norway. (PRINCE FORTINBRAS:)

A Captain.

English Ambassadors. (First Ambassador:)

Gertrude, queen of Denmark, and mother to Hamlet., (QUEEN GERTRUDE:)

Ophelia, daughter to Polonius.

Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendants. (Lord:)

(First Sailor:)

(Messenger:)

Ghost of Hamlet's Father. (GHOST :)

SCENE Denmark.

HAMLET

ACT I

SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle.

[FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO]

(1) BERNARDO Who's there?

FRANCISCO Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.

BERNARDO Long live the king!

FRANCISCO Bernardo?

BERNARDO He.

FRANCISCO You come most carefully upon your hour.

BERNARDO 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.

FRANCISCO For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,

 And I am sick at heart.

BERNARDO Have you had quiet guard?

(10) FRANCISCO Not a mouse stirring.

BERNARDO Well, good night.

 If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,

 The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.

FRANCISCO I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?

 [Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS]

HORATIO Friends to this ground.

MARCELLUS And liegemen to the Dane.

FRANCISCO Give you good night.

MARCELLUS O, farewell, honest soldier:

 Who hath relieved you?

FRANCISCO Bernardo has my place.

 Give you good night.

 [Exit]

MARCELLUS Holla! Bernardo!

BERNARDO Say,

 What, is Horatio there?

HORATIO A piece of him.

(20) BERNARDO Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.

MARCELLUS What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?

BERNARDO I have seen nothing.

MARCELLUS Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,

 And will not let belief take hold of him

 Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:

 Therefore I have entreated him along

 With us to watch the minutes of this night;

 That if again this apparition come,

 He may approve our eyes and speak to it.

HORATIO Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.

(30) BERNARDO Sit down awhile;

 And let us once again assail your ears,

 That are so fortified against our story

 What we have two nights seen.

HORATIO Well, sit we down,

 And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.

BERNARDO Last night of all,

 When yond same star that's westward from the pole

 Had made his course to illume that part of heaven

 Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,

 The bell then beating one,--

 [Enter GHOST ]

(40) MARCELLUS Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!

BERNARDO In the same figure, like the king that's dead.

MARCELLUS Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.

BERNARDO Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.

HORATIO Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.

BERNARDO It would be spoke to.

MARCELLUS Question it, Horatio.

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!

MARCELLUS It is offended.

(50) BERNARDO          See, it stalks away!

HORATIO Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!

 [Exit GHOST ]

MARCELLUS 'Tis gone, and will not answer.

BERNARDO How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:

 Is not this something more than fantasy?

 What think you on't?

HORATIO Before my God, I might not this believe

 Without the sensible and true avouch

 Of mine own eyes.

MARCELLUS          Is it not like the king?

HORATIO As thou art to thyself:

(60) Such was the very armour he had on

 When he the ambitious Norway combated;

 So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,

 He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.

 'Tis strange.

MARCELLUS Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,

 With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.

HORATIO In what particular thought to work I know not;

 But in the gross and scope of my opinion,

 This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

(70) MARCELLUS Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,

 Why this same strict and most observant watch

 So nightly toils the subject of the land,

 And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,

 And foreign mart for implements of war;

 Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task

 Does not divide the Sunday from the week;

 What might be toward, that this sweaty haste

 Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:

 Who is't that can inform me?

HORATIO That can I;

(80) At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,

 Whose image even but now appear'd to us,

 Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,

 Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,

 Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet--

 For so this side of our known world esteem'd him--

 Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact,

 Well ratified by law and heraldry,

 Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands

 Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:

(90) Against the which, a moiety competent

 Was gaged by our king; which had return'd

 To the inheritance of Fortinbras,

 Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,

 And carriage of the article design'd,

 His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,

 Of unimproved mettle hot and full,

 Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there

 Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,

 For food and diet, to some enterprise

(100) That hath a stomach in't; which is no other--

 As it doth well appear unto our state--

 But to recover of us, by strong hand

 And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands

 So by his father lost: and this, I take it,

 Is the main motive of our preparations,

 The source of this our watch and the chief head

 Of this post-haste and romage in the land.

BERNARDO I think it be no other but e'en so:

 Well may it sort that this portentous figure

(110) Comes armed through our watch; so like the king

 That was and is the question of these wars.

HORATIO A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.

 In the most high and palmy state of Rome,

 A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,

 The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead

 Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:

 As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,

 Disasters in the sun; and the moist star

 Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands

(120) Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:

 And even the like precurse of fierce events,

 As harbingers preceding still the fates

 And prologue to the omen coming on,

 Have heaven and earth together demonstrated

 Unto our climatures and countrymen.--

 But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!

 [Re-enter GHOST ]

 I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!

 If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,

(130) Speak to me:

 If there be any good thing to be done,

 That may to thee do ease and grace to me,

 Speak to me:

 [Cock crows]

 If thou art privy to thy country's fate,

 Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!

 Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life

 Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,

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

(140) Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus.

MARCELLUS Shall I strike at it with my partisan?

HORATIO Do, if it will not stand.

BERNARDO 'Tis here!

HORATIO 'Tis here!

MARCELLUS 'Tis gone!

 [Exit GHOST ]

 We do it wrong, being so majestical,

 To offer it the show of violence;

 For it is, as the air, invulnerable,

 And our vain blows malicious mockery.

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

HORATIO And then it started like a guilty thing

(150) Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,

 The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,

 Doth with his lofty 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 spirit hies

 To his confine: and of the truth herein

 This present object made probation.

MARCELLUS It faded on the crowing of the cock.

 Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes

(160) Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,

 The bird of dawning singeth all night long:

 And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;

 The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,

 No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,

 So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.

HORATIO So have I heard and do in part believe it.

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

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

 Break we our watch up; and by my advice,

(170) 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.

 Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,

 As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?

MARCELLUS Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know

 Where we shall find him most conveniently.

 [Exeunt]

SCENE II A room of state in the castle.

 [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants]

(1) KING CLAUDIUS Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death

 The memory be green, 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 sorrow think on him,

 Together with remembrance of ourselves.

 Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,

 The imperial jointress to this warlike state,

(10) Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,--

 With an auspicious and a dropping eye,

 With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,

 In equal scale weighing delight and dole,--

 Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd

 Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone

 With this affair along. For all, our thanks.

 Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,

 Holding a weak supposal of our worth,

 Or thinking by our late dear brother's death

(20) Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,

 Colleagued with the dream of his advantage,

 He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,

 Importing the surrender of those lands

 Lost by his father, with all bonds of law,

 To our most valiant brother. So much for him.

 Now for ourself and for this time of meeting:

 Thus much the business is: we have here writ

 To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,--

 Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears

(30) Of this his nephew's purpose,--to suppress

 His further gait herein; in that the levies,

 The lists and full proportions, are all made

 Out of his subject: and we here dispatch

 You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,

 For bearers of this greeting to old Norway;

 Giving to you no further personal power

 To business with the king, more than the scope

 Of these delated articles allow.

 Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.

(40) CORNELIUS and VOLTIMAND In that and all things will we show our duty.

KING CLAUDIUS We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.

 [Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS]

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

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

 You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,

 And loose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,

 That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?

 The head is not more native to the heart,

 The hand more instrumental to the mouth,

 Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.

 What wouldst thou have, Laertes?

(50) LAERTES My dread lord,

 Your leave and favour 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 CLAUDIUS Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?

LORD POLONIUS He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave

 By laboursome petition, and at last

(60) Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:

 I do beseech you, give him leave to go.

KING CLAUDIUS Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,

 And thy best graces spend it at thy will!

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

HAMLET [Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind.

KING CLAUDIUS How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

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

QUEEN GERTRUDE Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,

 And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.

(70) Do not for ever with thy 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.

HAMLET Ay, madam, it is common.

QUEEN GERTRUDE If it be,

 Why seems it so particular with thee?

HAMLET Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not 'seems.'

 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,

 Nor customary suits of solemn black,

 Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,

(80) No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,

 Nor the dejected 'havior 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 passeth show;

 These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

KING CLAUDIUS 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,

 To give these mourning duties to your father:

 But, you must know, your father lost a father;

(90) That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound

 In filial obligation for some term

 To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever

 In obstinate condolement is a course

 Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief;

 It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,

 A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,

 An understanding simple and unschool'd:

 For what we know must be and is as common

 As any the most vulgar thing to sense,

(100) Why should we in our peevish opposition

 Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,

 A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,

 To reason most absurd: whose common theme

 Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,

 From the first corse till he that died to-day,

 'This must be so.' 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;

(110) And with no less nobility of love

 Than that which dearest father bears his son,

 Do I impart toward you. For your intent

 In going back to school in Wittenberg,

 It is most retrograde to our desire:

 And we beseech you, bend you to remain

 Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,

 Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.

QUEEN GERTRUDE Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:

 I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.

(120) HAMLET I shall in all my best obey you, madam.

KING CLAUDIUS Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply:

 Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;

 This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet

 Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof,

 No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day,

 But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,

 And the king's rouse the heavens all bruit again,

 Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.

 [Exeunt all but HAMLET]

HAMLET O, that this too too solid flesh would melt

(130) Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!

 Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd

 His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!

 How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,

 Seem to me all the uses of this world!

 Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,

 That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature

 Possess it merely. That it should come to this!

 But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:

 So excellent a king; that was, to this,

(140) Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother

 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven

 Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!

 Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,

 As if increase of appetite had grown

 By what it fed on: and yet, within a month--

 Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!--

 A little month, or ere those shoes were old

 With which she follow'd my poor father's body,

 Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she--

(150) O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,

 Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle,

 My father's brother, but no more like my father

 Than I to Hercules: within a month:

 Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears

 Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,

 She married. O, most wicked speed, to post

 With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

 It is not nor it cannot come to good:

 But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.

 [Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO]

HORATIO Hail to your lordship!

(160) HAMLET I am glad to see you well:

 Horatio,--or I do forget myself.

HORATIO The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.

HAMLET Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you:

 And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus?

MARCELLUS My good lord--

HAMLET I am very glad to see you. Good even, sir.

 But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?

HORATIO A truant disposition, good my lord.

(170) HAMLET I would not hear your enemy say so,

 Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,

 To make it truster of your own report

 Against yourself: I know you are no truant.

 But what is your affair in Elsinore?

 We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.

HORATIO My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.

HAMLET I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;