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+ | '''Fìya länngu wew sì --- nìtxan.''' | ||
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What hour now? | What hour now? | ||
− | + | '''Pehrr lu set?''' | |
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I think it lacks of twelve. | I think it lacks of twelve. | ||
− | + | '''Fpìl oel futa srekamtxon.''' | |
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No, it is struck. | No, it is struck. | ||
− | + | '''Kehe, srekrr kxamtxonmaw''' | |
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Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season | Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season | ||
− | + | '''nìngay srak? Ke ìmomum oe: Tsakrr zera'u krr''' | |
Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. | Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. | ||
− | + | '''a vitra a lonu tìnewt sneyä a tivìran.''' | |
A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within | A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within | ||
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What does this mean, my lord? | What does this mean, my lord? | ||
− | + | '''Peu fì'uä ral lu, ma lortì?''' | |
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The king doth wake to-night and takes his rouse, | The king doth wake to-night and takes his rouse, | ||
− | + | ''''eyktan fìtxon txen sayi ulte ---''' | |
Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels; | Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels; | ||
− | + | '''var näk, ulte ---''' | |
And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, | And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, | ||
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The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out | The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out | ||
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The triumph of his pledge. | The triumph of his pledge. | ||
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Is it a custom? | Is it a custom? | ||
− | + | '''tsa'u lu --- srak?''' | |
Revision as of 14:51, 29 December 2010
The platform.
Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS
HAMLET
The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
HORATIO
It is a nipping and an eager air. 14.00
Fìya länngu wew sì --- nìtxan.
HAMLET
What hour now?
Pehrr lu set?
HORATIO
I think it lacks of twelve.
Fpìl oel futa srekamtxon.
HAMLET
No, it is struck.
Kehe, srekrr kxamtxonmaw
HORATIO
Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season
nìngay srak? Ke ìmomum oe: Tsakrr zera'u krr
Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
a vitra a lonu tìnewt sneyä a tivìran.
A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within
---
What does this mean, my lord?
Peu fì'uä ral lu, ma lortì?
HAMLET
The king doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,
'eyktan fìtxon txen sayi ulte ---
Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels;
var näk, ulte ---
And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
---
The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out
---
The triumph of his pledge.
---
HORATIO
Is it a custom?
tsa'u lu --- srak?
HAMLET
Ay, marry, is't:
But to my mind, though I am native here
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
This heavy-headed revel east and west
Makes us traduced and tax'd of other nations:
They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
Soil our addition; and indeed it takes
From our achievements, though perform'd at height,
The pith and marrow of our attribute.
So, oft it chances in particular men,
That for some vicious mole of nature in them,
As, in their birth--wherein they are not guilty,
Since nature cannot choose his origin--
By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,
Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens
The form of plausive manners, that these men,
Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,--
Their virtues else--be they as pure as grace,
As infinite as man may undergo--
Shall in the general censure take corruption
From that particular fault: the dram of eale
Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
To his own scandal.
HORATIO
Look, my lord, it comes!
Enter Ghost
HAMLET
Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou comest in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet,
King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell
Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,
To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous; and we fools of nature
So horridly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?
Ghost beckons HAMLET
HORATIO
It beckons you to go away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.
MARCELLUS
Look, with what courteous action
It waves you to a more removed ground:
But do not go with it.
HORATIO
No, by no means.
HAMLET
It will not speak; then I will follow it.
HORATIO
Do not, my lord.
HAMLET
Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life in a pin's fee;
And for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself?
It waves me forth again: I'll follow it.
HORATIO
What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
And there assume some other horrible form,
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
And draw you into madness? think of it:
The very place puts toys of desperation,
Without more motive, into every brain
That looks so many fathoms to the sea
And hears it roar beneath.
HAMLET
It waves me still.
Go on; I'll follow thee.
MARCELLUS
You shall not go, my lord.
HAMLET
Hold off your hands.
HORATIO
Be ruled; you shall not go.
HAMLET
My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen.
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!
I say, away! Go on; I'll follow thee.
Exeunt Ghost and HAMLET
HORATIO
He waxes desperate with imagination.
MARCELLUS
Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
HORATIO
Have after. To what issue will this come?
MARCELLUS
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
HORATIO
Heaven will direct it.
MARCELLUS
Nay, let's follow him.
Exeunt
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