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Hamlet. Macbeth / Гамлет. Макбет - Уильям Шекспир

Hamlet. Macbeth / Гамлет. Макбет

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2024

Оригинальные трагедии Уильяма Шекспира - Макбет и Гамлет

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Hamlet

Dramatis Person

Hamlet, Prince of Denmark.

Claudius, King of Denmark, Hamlet's uncle.

The Ghost of the late king, Hamlet's father.

Gertrude, the Queen, Hamlet's mother, now wife of Claudius.

Polonius, Lord Chamberlain.

Laertes, Son to Polonius.

Ophelia, Daughter to Polonius.

Horatio, Friend to Hamlet.

Fortinbras, Prince of Norway.

Voltemand, Cornelius, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, Osric – Courtiers.

Marcellus, Barnardo – Officers.

Francisco, a Soldier.

Reynaldo, Servant to Polonius.

Players.

A Gentleman, Courtier.

A Priest.

Two Clowns, Grave-diggers.

A Captain.

English Ambassadors.

Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, and Attendants.

Scene. Elsinore.

Act I

Scene I

Elsinore. A platform before the Castle

Enter Francisco and Barnardo, two sentinels

Barnardo

Who's there?

Francisco

Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.

Barnardo

Long live the King!

Francisco

Barnardo?

Barnardo

He.

Francisco

You come most carefully upon your hour.

Barnardo

'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco.

Francisco

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold,

And I am sick at heart.

Barnardo

Have you had quiet guard?

Francisco

Not a mouse stirring.

Barnardo

Well, good night.

If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,

The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.

[Enter Horatio and Marcellus]

Francisco

I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who is there?

Horatio

Friends to this ground.

Marcellus

And liegemen to the Dane.

Francisco

Give you good night.

Marcellus

O, farewell, honest soldier, who hath reliev'd you?

Francisco

Barnardo has my place. Give you good-night.

[Exit]

Marcellus

Holla, Barnardo!

Barnardo

Say, what, is Horatio there?

Horatio

A piece of him.

Barnardo

Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus.

Marcellus

What, has this thing appear'd again tonight?

Barnardo

I have seen nothing.

Marcellus

Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,

And will not let belief take hold of him

Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us.

Therefore I have entreated him along

With us to watch the minutes of this night,

That if again this apparition come

He may approve our eyes and speak to it.

Horatio

Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.

Barnardo

Sit down awhile,

And let us once again assail your ears,

That are so fortified against our story,

What we two nights have seen.

Horatio

Well, sit we down,

And let us hear Barnardo speak of this.

Barnardo

Last night of all,

When yond same star that's westward from

                         the pole,

Had made his course t'illume that part of heaven

Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,

The bell then beating one —

Marcellus

Peace, break thee off. Look where it comes again.

[Enter Ghost]

Barnardo

In the same figure, like the King that's dead.

Marcellus

Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.

Barnardo

Looks it not like the King? Mark it, Horatio.

Horatio

Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.

Barnardo

It would be spoke to.

Marcellus

Question it, Horatio.

Horatio

What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,

Together with that fair and warlike form

In which the majesty of buried Denmark

Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge

                         thee speak.

Marcellus

It is offended.

Barnardo

See, it stalks away.

Horatio

Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee speak!

[Exit Ghost]

Marcellus

'Tis gone, and will not answer.

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