Mal. And that I'll spend for him. Siw. He's worth more sorrow, He's worth no more: They say he parted well, and paid his score; Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH'S head on a pole. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art. Behold, where stands The usurper's cursed head: the time is free. I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, Hail, king of Scotland! All. Hail, king of Scotland! [A long flourish. Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, Before we reckon with your several loves, And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen, CA [Flourish. Exeunt. ODEMIANA CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark. HAMLET, Son to the former, and Nephew to the present, King. MARCELLUS, } Danish Officers. BERNARDO, FRANCISCO, a Soldier. REYNALDO, Servant to Polonius. A Captain. Ambassadors from England. Ghost of Hamlet's Father. FORTINBRAS, Prince of Norway. Two Gravediggers. GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and Mother to Hamlet. Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Sailors, Messengers, and Attendants. There were 4to. editions of Hamlet in 1603, 1604, 1605, 1611, 1637, besides two undated impressions: the earliest was the most imperfect and incomplete. The tragedy was also included in the folio of 1623, and it occupies the same place in the three later folios. Rowe in 1709 first gave a list of the characters. HAMLE T, PRINCE OF DENMARK. ACT I. SCENE I.-Elsinore. A Platform before the Castle. FRANCISCO on guard. Enter to him BERNARDO. Ber. WHO's there? Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour. Ber. 'Tis new struck twelve: get thee to bed, Francisco. Fran. For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. Ber. Have you had quiet guard ? Fran. Ber. Well, good night. Not a mouse stirring. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS. Fran. I think I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who is there? Ber. Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus. Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy, And will not let belief take hold of him, Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us : With us, to watch the minutes of this night; Sit down awhile: He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. Hor. Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Ber. Last night of all, When yond' same star, that's westward from the pole, Had made his course t' illume that part of heaven |