Hamlet: Act 1 Scene 1

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1 Elsinore. A platform before the castle. Helsìngo. Klltseng eo kelutral.
FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO FRANSISKO ro feyä tseng. Fpxäkìm ne po PÌNARTO
BERNARDO Who’s there? Tupel tsatsengit tok?
FRANCISCO Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself. Kehe, ngal oeti 'eyng: kllkxem, ulte 'äpong.
5 BERNARDO Long live the king! Olo'eyktan rivey txankrr!
FRANCISCO Bernardo? Pìnarto srak?
FRANCISCO You come most carefully upon your hour. Nga za'u hìno nìtxan [upon your hour].
BERNARDO 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco. Kxamtxon lamu set; nga hivahaw, ma Fransisko.
10 FRANCISCO For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, Txana irayo fpi fì[relief]: ya txawew lu,
And I am sick at heart. Ulte txe'lanur oeyä säspxin lu.
BERNARDO Have you had quiet guard? Tìhawnu lefnu lolu ngar srak?
FRANCISCO Not a mouse stirring. Kea kenten ke rolikx.
BERNARDO Well, good night. Tse, txon lefpom.
15 If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, Txo nga ultxarun Horeytsyot sì Marselusìt,
The rivals of my watch, bit them make haste. Alu melapo a tìhawnu sivi oehu, mefor piveng san win säpi.
FRANCISCO I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there? Oe fpìl futa oel mefot stawm. Kllkxem, ftäpang! Tupel Tsatsengit tok?
HORATIO Friends to this ground. Meylan fìkllpxìltuä.
20 MARCELLUS And liegemen to the Dane. Sì meslanyu leTxänmakä sute.
FRANCISCO Give you good night. Txon lefpom livu ngar.
MARCELLUS O, farewell, honest soldier: O, Eywa ngahu, ma tsamsiyu a[honest]:
Who hath relieved you? Pesul ngati [relieved]?
FRANCISCO Bernardo has my place. Pìnartor tsenge oeyä lu.
25 Give you good night. Txon lefpom livu ngar.
MARCELLUS Holla! Bernardo! Kaltxì! Ma Pìnarto!
BERNARDO Say, Piveng,
What, is Horatio there? Tsatsengit tok srak Horeytsyol?
30 HORATIO A piece of him. Poanä 'it.
BERNARDO Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus. Ziva'u nìprrte', ma Horeytsyo: nìprrte' ma Marselusì.
MARCELLUS What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? Fì'u wäpolìntxu nìmun srak fìtxon?
BERNARDO I have seen nothing. Oel ke'ut ke tsole'a.
MARCELLUS Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy, Horeytsyo plltxe san fì'u nì'aw mengeyä unil lu sìk,
35 And will not let believe take hold of him Ulte ke tung futa *tìspawìl stä'nì pot
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us: Kivame fì'u akawng a oeng tsole'a melo:
Therefore I have entreated him along Ha oe ätxäle soli tsnì po za'u
With us to watch the minutes of this night; Oengahu fte nivìn *hrrvi fìtxonä;
That if again this apparition come, Fte fìtirea za'u nìmun,
40 He may approve our eyes and speak to it. Po tsunslu tivìng tìyawrit narir oengeyä ulte pivlltxe poru.
HORATIO Tush, tush, 'twill not appear. Fnu, fnu, fì'u ke wäpayìntxu.
BERNARDO Sit down awhile; Hiveyn hìkrr;
And let us once again assail your ears, Ulte tung futa moe plltxe ngeyä memikyunur,
That are so fortified against our story A mewätu lu moeyä vurur
45 What we have two nights seen. 'Uteri a moe meton tsole'a.
HORATIO Well, sit we down, Tse, hiveyn moeng,
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Ulte stawm ko futa Pìnarto plltxe fì'uteri.
BERNARDO Last night of all, Txonam,
When yond same star that's westward from the pole Tsakrr a tsatanhì a tok [westward from the pole]
50 Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Ralmikx fte ting atan tawä tsahapxì
Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, A lu tsengit peyä atanìl tok set, Marselusì sì oe,
The bell then beating one... [Bell] terìng 'awvea [hour]...
Enter GHOST Fpxäkìm TIREA
MARCELLUS Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again! Fpom, ftivang ngat; tìng nari tsengur a po zera'u nìmun!
55 BERNARDO In the same figure, like the king that's dead. Mì sokx ateng, na olo'eyktan alu kerusey.
MARCELLUS Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. Nga ftiau lu; plltxe poru ma Horeytsyo.
BERNARDO Looks it not like the king? Mark it, Horatio. Po lam na olo'eyktan srak? Tìng nari poru ma Horeytsyo.
HORATIO Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder. Na po nìtxan: pol teya si oer hu txopu sì [wonder].
BERNARDO It would be spoke to. Por zene pivlltxe.
60 MARCELLUS Question it, Horatio. Por pawm 'uo, ma Horeytsyo.
HORATIO What art thou that usurp'st this time of night, Peu lu nga a rawn fìkrrit txonä,
Together with that fair and warlike form 'Awstengyem hu tsatokx a lu lemuiä sì letsam
In which the majesty of buried Denmark Ulte a Txänmakä olo'eyktan akllyawnem
Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee, speak! Sar fte tìran krro? Eywafpi oel ngati peykìsylltxe!
65 MARCELLUS It is offended. Poru lu zoplo.
BERNARDO See, it stalks away! Tìng nari, tsaw tìran neto!
HORATIO Stay! Speak, speak! I charge thee, speak! 'Ivì'awn! Pivlltxe, pivlltxe! Oel ngati peykìsylltxe!
MARCELLUS 'Tis gone, and will not answer. Po holum, ulte ke 'ayeyng.
70 BERNARDO How now, Horatio! You tremble and look pale: Set, ma Horeytsyo! Nga [tremble] ulte ngari 'ur fkan [pale].
Is not this something more than fantasy? Fì'u ke lu 'uo unil nìsung srak?
What think you on't? Pefpìlfya ngar lu?
HORATIO Before my God, I might not this believe Eywaeo, oel fì'ut ke spivaw
Without the sensible and true avouch Luke [avouch] a lu [sensible] sì ngay
75 Of mine own eyes. Oeyä menariyä.
MARCELLUS Is it not like the king? Po lam na olo'eyktan srak?
HORATIO As thou art to thyself: Pxel nga läpam:
Such was the very armour he had on Tsafya lam masat a po [wore]
When he the ambitious Norway combated; Krr a po wamem Norke a[ambitious];
80 So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle, Tsafya po [frowned] 'awlie, krr a, mì [parley] *lestia,
He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. Pol tamakuk sìn skxepay sutet lePolska a [sledge] samar.
'Tis strange. Fì'u lu hiyìk.


Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,

fìfya melo krram ulte ro fìkrr txonä

With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.

poanìl fa tìfnu tsamsiyuä moet ftolem.


In what particular thought to work I know not;

Oel ke omum fì'ut nìlaw

But in the gross and scope of my opinion,

slä mì oeyä ronsem tìfpìlsì

This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

olo'ìri awngeyä fì'u kawnga kemur ahiyìk ral si.


Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,

tse, oer peng ma omumyu

Why this same strict and most observant watch

pelun ayoeyä

So nightly toils the subject of the land,

tìkangkem lu letxon

And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,

sì letrr

And foreign mart for implements of war;

na tsamsiyu a tsamìri ultxa säpi

Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week;

pelun skot swizaw tewksì ultxa seykeri fratrr

What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:

pelun a txonit hu trr tìkangkem seyki

Who is't that can inform me?

Tupe tsun oer piveng?


That can I;

oe tsakem sivi tsun

At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,

tse, tìpängkxo tengfya lu. ayoengä olo'eyktanam

Whose image even but now appear'd to us,

a peyä tirea wäpolintxu awngaru

Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, Dared to the combat;

poru Fortinbras te [Norway] fpeio si taluna larmu frato [proud]a tutan

in which our valiant Hamlet--

mì wem awngeyä Hamlet

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

a fìpa'oru kifkeyä awnomum nawm lam

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

tspolang fìtutet Fortinbras a fa pänu

Well ratified by law and heraldry,

amawnllte korenfa

Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:

tolìng tsamsiyur aflusä tìreyfa larmu poru a frakllpxìltut

Against the which, a moiety competent Was gaged by our king; which had return'd

fte aysata awngeyä olo'eyktanìl ftxalmey [share]ot amuiä a tivätxäw

To the inheritance of Fortinbras,

ne olo' Fortinbrasä

Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant, And carriage of the article design'd,

txo po flalvä fa fìpänu ateng

His fell to Hamlet.

peyä kllpxìltut Hamletur tolìng.

Now, sir, young Fortinbras, Of unimproved mettle hot and full,

Tse, ma tsmukan, 'ewana Fortinbras a po sti nìftue mi

Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there

mì pxawpa Norwayä

Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,

eyk wempongut samsiyuyä lukekoren

For food and diet, to some enterprise

fa syuve sì hawnu fpi sìkangkemo

That hath a stomach in't;

a lu poru tìtstew

which is no other-- As it doth well appear unto our state-- But to recover of us, by strong hand

ulte a pxel fì'u a lam olo'ur law fte mivunge awngata fa pxun atxur

And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands

sì fa aylì'u atxur tsakllpxìltut

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

a peyä sempulìl talmìng ulte fìlun a fì'ut oel spaw

Is the main motive of our preparations,

oeyk tìhawlä ayoengä lu

The source of this our watch and the chief head

oeyk fìtìtìngnariyä sì oeyk

Of this post-haste and romage in the land.

fìtìwinä sì tìfwewä mì helkutral.


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

latsu ngaru tìyawr

Well may it sort that this portentous figure

livu fwa fìtokx leaungia

Comes armed through our watch; so like the king

ziva'u tskohu kxamlä tìtìngnari awngeyä na olo'eyktan

That was and is the question of these wars.

a larmu ulte leru mi txele faysamä


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

fì'ul elut [weykivorry] nìftue

In the most high and palmy state of Rome,

mì olo' a frato fkew lu

A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,

srehrr tìkeftxoä atxan

The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead

ay[grave] [empty] larmu ulte keruseya sute

Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:

tarmìran ulte parmlltxe mì helutral

As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,

na tanhì letxep sí tompa lereypay

Disasters in the sun;

tìkeftxo tsawkemì

and the moist star Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:

[too much reliance on mythology for translation]

And even the like precurse of fierce events,

ulte na aungia ayhemä akawng

As harbingers preceding still the fates

na aysyawyu syeraw syayfpi

And prologue to the omen coming on,

na tìsrese'a tìkeftxoä azusaw

Have heaven and earth together demonstrated

fì'ut wolìntxu Eywal

Unto our climatures and countrymen.--

ayoengä olo'ur sì awngeyä tsmuktur. --

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

fnu! tìng nari ko! po zera'u nìmun

Re-enter Ghost

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

oel pot fteykìsyang txo pol oet tivakuk keng. ftang ma rel atsleng

If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,

txo lu ngaru pam fu nga tsun pivlltxe

Speak to me:

plltxe oeru!

If there be any good thing to be done,

Txo lu kem a tsun sivi

That may to thee do ease and grace to me,

fte srung livu ngaru fu oeru

Speak to me:

plltxe oeru!

Cock crows

If thou art privy to thy country's fate,

txo ngal omum syayit olo'ä ngeyä

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

a usomum tsivun [ivavoid]. rutxe, plltxe oeru!

Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life

fu txo yolem krr a rarmey

Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,

mì hllte fu utral lusua 'uot

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

a fí'ufpi sirea tivìran mì hifkey slä kerusey lu

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

plltxe terifì'u! 'ì'awn ulte plltxe! pot fteykang ma Marcellus!


Shall I strike at it with my partisan?

oe zivene tivakuk fa txewk oeyä srak?

HORATIO Do, if it will not stand.

sran txo ke 'ì'awn


'Tis here!

fìtsengit tok!


'Tis here!

fìtsengit tok!


'Tis gone!


Re-exit Ghost

We do it wrong, being so majestical,

ayoeng ke meuia si poru a leyk lu nìtxan

To offer it the show of violence;

krr a pot tivakuk

For it is, as the air, invulnerable,

taluna na taw awnga ke tsun tìsraw seykivi por

And our vain blows malicious mockery.

Ulte ayoengä sìtakukìl heykivanghängam pot


It was about to speak, when the cock crew.

po pamìylltxe krr a tsawke zola'u.


And then it started like a guilty thing

tsakrr holum na tute akawng

Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,

apawneng san za'u sìk. oe stolawm san

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,

[too based on Earth to translate atm] sìk

The extravagant and erring spirit hies

tirea atusìran mì hifkey tul

To his confine: and of the truth herein

ne peyä kelku ulte tìngayit

This present object made probation.

a mì fì'u lu tsawkel fmetok


It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes 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.

[too based on Earth to translate atm]


So have I heard and do in part believe it.

fì'ut stolawm ulte hapxìt spaw oel

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

slä tìng nari! trr a [red] mì saw lu

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

terìran mì sngä`itrrpay tsa[hill]ä lelìm.

Break we our watch up; and by my advice,

awnga hum ko? ulte awnga

Let us impart what we have seen to-night

furia tsole'a fìtxon peng

Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,

Hamletur 'ewan taluna oe fpìl futa

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

fìtirea a ke plltxe awngahu paylltxe pohu

Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?



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

srane awnga fìkem sasyi ulte oel omum

Where we shall find him most conveniently.

tsatsengit a awnga tsun rivun poti


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