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CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark.
sent King. Polonius, Lord Chamberlain, Horatio, Friend to Hamlet.
} two Soldiers. Reynoldo, Servant to Polonius. Ghost of Hamlet's Fatber.
Gertrude, Queen of Denmark, and Mother to Hamlet.
Players, Grave-makers, Sailors, Messengers, and other
The Story is taken from the Danish History of Saxo
Of this Play the Editions are, 1. Quarto, 1605. J. R. for N. L.
1611. W. S. for John Smethwicke.
1637. R. Young, for John Smethwicke.
H A M L E T, PRINCE OF DENMARK.
* ACT 1. SCENE I.
A Platform before the Palace.
Enter Bernardo and Francisco, two Centinels.
* This Play is printed both in than almost any other of the the folio of 1623, and in the works of Shakespeare, quarto of 1637, more correctly, VOL, VIII. K
Ber. Have you had quiet Guard ?
Ber. Well, good night.
you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, · The rivals of my Watch, bid them make hafte,
Enter Horatio and Marcellus. syns
Fran. I think, I hear them. Stand, ho! Who is
[Exit Francisco. Mar. Holla! Bernardo. Bir. Say, what, is Horatio there? 2 Hor. A piece of him, Ber. Welcome, Horatio ; welcome, good Mar
cellus. Mar. What, has this thing appeared again to
Ber. I have seen nothing.
Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our phantasy,
"The rivals of my Watch,–] neighbouring lands, parted only Rivals, for partners.
WARB. by a brook, which belonged By Rivals of the Watch are equally to both. HANMER. meant those who were to watch Hor. A piece of bim ] But on the next adjoining ground. why a piece ? He says this as he Rivals, in the original lense of gives his hand. Which direction the word, were proprietors of inculd be marked. WARB.
That if again this apparition come,
Hor. Tuh! cush! 'will not appear.
Ber. Sit down a while,
Hor. Well, sit we down,
Mar. Peace, break thee off;
Enter the Ghost. Look, where it comes again.
Ber. In the same figure; like the King that's dead.
Mar. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. i Ber. Looks it not like the King ? Mark it, Horatio. 6 Hor. Most like. It harrows me with féar and
wonder. Ber. It would be spoke to. Mar. Speak to it, Horatio, Hor. What art thou, that usurp:st this cime of a
night, Together with that fair and warlike form, In which the Majesty of buried Denmark Did sometime march? By Heav'n, I charge thee,
speak. Mar. It is offended. Ber. See ! it stalks away.
approve our eyes, ] Add a new testimony to that of our
4 What we two nights have seen.] This line is by Hunmer given to Marcellus, but without necessity.