Hamlet: Act 1 Scene 4

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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.

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

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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,

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The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out

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The triumph of his pledge.

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HORATIO

Is it a custom?

tsa'u lu --- srak?


HAMLET

Ay, marry, is't:

Sran nang! lu:

But to my mind, though I am native here

Slä tì'efumì oey, --- oe lu fìtseng ---

And to the manner born, it is a custom

Ulte por a fìfya tsawl slolu, tsa'u lu ---

More honour'd in the breach than the observance.

A pumur lu meuiat mì tìska'a to tìnìn.

This heavy-headed revel east and west

Tsatì'o' apxa fratsengmì

Makes us traduced and tax'd of other nations:

Awngat zoplo seyki sì --- ìlä --- alahe:

They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase

Fo awngar syängaw aynäkyu, ulte fa tìpeng lezoplo

Soil our addition; and indeed it takes

Tsewtx sängi awngeyä tìnewt; ulte nìngay zera'u fì'u

From our achievements, though perform'd at height,

Ta awngeyä sìkan ahasey, ki hasey soli fa

The pith and marrow of our attribute.

Kxìtx sì tìtxur akawng aylaru.

So, oft it chances in particular men,

Ha, fìtxan pxìm pxìa sutanor

That for some vicious mole of nature in them,

Alunta kawnga ngawng tìluä mìfa fo,

As, in their birth--wherein they are not guilty,

Na, krr a 'ongolokx -- a krr fo ke lu ---,

Since nature cannot choose his origin--

Alunta Nawma sa'nok ke tsun ftxivey fì'uä tsenget a zola'u

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.



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