莎士比亚四大悲剧（英文版）(txt+pdf+epub+mobi电子书下载)

作者：(英)莎士比亚

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Hamlet

Dramatis Personae

Claudius　King of Denmark

Hamlet　son to the former and nephew to the present King

Polonius　Lord Chamberlain

Horatio　friend to Hamlet

Laertes　son to Polonius

Osric　a fo ppish courtier

Gertrude　Queen of Denmark, and mother of Hamlet

Ophelia　daughter to Polonius

Reynaldo　servant to Polonius

Players

Fortinbras　Prince of Norway

Two　Clowns grave-diggers

A Norwegian Captain

English Ambassadors

A Gentleman

A Priest

Ghost of Hamlet's Father

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

Scene:In and around the court at Elsinore

ACT 1

Scene 1　A guard platform of the castle.

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 relieved you?

Francisco　Barnardo hath my place.

Give you good night.

Exit Francisco.

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 appeared 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 have two nights 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 —Enter Ghost.

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

Barnardo　In the same figure like the king that's dead.

Marcellus　Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.

Barnardo　Looks 'a not like the king? Mark it, Horatio.

Horatio　Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.

Barnardo　It would be spoke to.

Marcellus　Speak to 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.

Barnardo　How now, Horatio? You tremble and look pale.

Is not this something more than fantasy?

What think you on't?

Horatio　Before my God, I might not this believe

Without the sensible and true avouch

Of mine own eyes.

Marcellus　Is it not like the King?

Horatio　As thou art to thyself.

Such was the very armor he had on

When he the ambitious Norway combated:

So frowned he once, when, in an angry parle,

He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.

'Tis strange.

Marcellus　Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,

With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.

Horatio　In what particular thought to work I know not;

But, in the gross and scope of my opinion,

This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

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

Why this same strict and most observant watch

So nightly toils the subject of the land,

And why such daily cast of brazen cannon

And foreign mart for implements of war,

Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task

Does not divide the Sunday from the week,

What might be toward that this sweaty haste

Doth make the night joint-laborer with the day?

Who is't that can inform me?

Horatio　That can I.

At least the whisper goes so: our last king,

Whose image even but now appeared to us,

Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,

Thereto pricked on by a most emulate pride,

Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet

(For so this side of our known world esteemed him )

Did slay this Fortinbras, who, by a sealed compact

Well ratified by law and heraldry,

Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands

Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror;

Against the which a moiety competent

Was gagèd by our King, which had returned

To the inheritance of Fortinbras,

Had he been vanquisher, as, by the same comart

And carriage of the article designed,

His fell to Hamlet．Now, sir, young Fortinbras,

Of unimprovèd mettle hot and full,

Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there

Sharked up a list of lawless resolutes,

For food and diet, to some enterprise

That hath a stomach in't; which is no other,

As it doth well appear unto our state,

But to recover of us by strong hand

And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands

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

Is the main motive of our preparations,

The source of this our watch, and the chief head

Of this posthaste and romage in the land.

Barnardo　I think it be no other but e'en so;

Well may it sort that this portentous figure

Comes armèd through our watch so like the King

That was and is the question of these wars.

Horatio　A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye:

In the most high and palmy state of Rome,

A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,

The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead

Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets;

As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,

Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,

Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,

Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.

And even the like precurse of feared events,

As harbingers preceding still the fates

And prologue to the omen coming on,

Have heaven and earth together demonstrated

Unto our climatures and countrymen.Enter Ghost.

But soft, behold, lo where it comes again！

I'll cross it, though it blast me．— Stay, illusion.It spreads his arms.

If thou hast any sound or use of voice,

Speak to me.

If there be any good thing to be done

That may to thee do ease and grace to me,

Speak to me.

If thou art privy to thy country's fate,

Which happily foreknowing may avoid,

O, speak！

Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life

Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,

For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,The cock crows.

Speak of it．Stay and speak.Stop it, Marcellus.

Marcellus　Shall I strike at it with my partisan?

Horatio　Do, if it will not stand.

Barnardo　'Tis here.

Horatio　'Tis here.

Marcellus　'Tis gone.Exit Ghost.

We do it wrong, being so majestical,

To offer it the show of violence,

For it is as the air, invulnerable,

And our vain blows malicious mockery.

Barnardo　It was about to speak when the cock crew.

Horatio　And then it started, like a guilty thing

Upon a fearful summons．I have heard,

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,

Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies

To his confine; and of the truth herein

This present object made probation.

Marcellus　It faded on the crowing of the cock.

Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes

Wherein our Savior's birth is celebrated,

This bird of dawning singeth all night long,

And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,

The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,

No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm:

So hallowed and so gracious is that time.

Horatio　So have I heard and do in part believe it.

But look, the morn in russet mantle clad

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

Break we our watch up, and by my advice

Let us impart what we have seen tonight

Unto young Hamlet, for upon my life

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

Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,

As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?

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

Where we shall find him most convenient.Exeunt.

Scene 2　The castle.

King　Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death

The memory be green, and that it us befitted

To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom

To be contracted in one brow of woe,

Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature

That we with wisest sorrow think on him

Together with remembrance of ourselves.

Therefore our sometime sister, now our Queen,

Th' imperial jointress to this warlike state,

Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,

With an auspicious and a dropping eye,

With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage,

In equal scale weighing delight and dole,

Taken to wife．Nor have we herein barred

Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone

With this affair along．For all, our thanks.

Now follows that you know young Fortinbras,

Holding a weak supposal of our worth,

Or thinking by our late dear brother's death

Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,

Colleaguèd with this dream of his advantage,

He hath not failed to pester us with message,

Importing the surrender of those lands

Lost by his father, with all bands of law,

To our most valiant brother．So much for him.

Now for ourself and for this time of meeting.

Thus much the business is: we have here writ

To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras —

Who, impotent and bedrid, scarcely hears

Of this his nephew's purpose — to suppress

His further gait herein, in that the levies,

The lists, and full proportions are all made

Out of his subject; and we here dispatch

You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand,

For bearers of this greeting to old Norway,

Giving to you no further personal power

To business with the King, more than the scope

Of these delated articles allow.

Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.

Cornelius　Voltemand　In that, and all things, will we show our duty.

King　We doubt it nothing．Heartily farewell.Exit Voltemand and Cornelius.

And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?

You told us of some suit．What is't, Laertes?

You cannot speak of reason to the Dane

And lose your voice．What wouldst thou begLae-rtes,

That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?

The head is not more native to the heart,

The hand more instrumental to the mouth,

Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.

What wouldst thou have, Laertes?

Laertes　My dread lord,

Your leave and favour to return to France,

From whence, though willingly I came to Denmark

To show my duty in your coronation,

Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,

My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France

And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.

King　Have you your　father's leave? What says Polonius?

Polonius　He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave

By laborsome petition, and at last

Upon his will I sealed my hard consent.

I do beseech you give him leave to go.

King　Take thy fair hour, Laertes．Time be thine,

And thy best graces spend it at thy will.

But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son ——

Hamlet　[Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind！

King　How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

Hamlet　Not so, my lord．I am too much in the sun.

Queen　Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,

And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.

Do not forever with thy vailèd lids

Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,

Passing through nature to eternity.

Hamlet　Ay, madam, it is common.

Queen　If it be,

Why seems it so particular with thee?

Hamlet　Seems, madam? Nay, it is．I know not “seems.”

'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,

Nor customary suits of solemn black,

Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,

No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,

Nor the dejected havior of the visage,

Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,

That can denote me truly．These, indeed seem,

For they are actions that a man might play,

But I have that within which passes show;

These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

King　'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature,

Hamlet,

To give these mourning duties to your father,

But you must know your father lost a father,

That father lost, lost his,and the survivor bound

In filial obligation for some term

To do obsequious sorrow．But to persever

In obstinate condolement is a course

Of impious stubbornness．'Tis unmanly grief.

It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,

A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,

An understanding simple and unschooled.

For what we know must be and is as common

As any the most vulgar thing to sense,

Why should we in our peevish opposition

Take it to heart? Fie, 'tis a fault to heaven,

A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,

To reason most absurd, whose common theme

Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,

From the first corse till he that died today,

“This must be so.”We pray you throw to earth

This unprevailing woe, and think of us

As of a father, for let the world take note

You are the most immediate to our throne,

And with no less nobility of love

Than that which dearest father bears his son

Do I impart toward you．For your intent

In going back to school in Wittenberg,

It is most retrograde to our desire,

And we beseech you, bend you to remain

Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye,

Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.

Queen　Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.

I pray thee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.

Hamlet　I shall in all my best obey you, madam.

King　Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply.

Be as ourself in Denmark．Madam, come.

This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet

Sits smiling to my heart, in grace whereof

No jocund health that Denmark drinks today,

But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,

And the King's rouse the heaven shall bruit

again,Respeaking earthly thunder．Come away.Flourish．Exeunt all but Hamlet.

Hamlet　O, that this too too sullied flesh would melt,

Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew,

Or that the Everlasting had not fixed

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter．O God, God,

How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable

Seem to me all the uses of this world！

Fie on't, ah, fie, 'tis an unweeded garden

That grows to seed．Things rank and gross in nature

Possess it merely．That it should come to this:

But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two,

So excellent a king, that was to this

Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother

That he might not beteem the winds of heaven

Visit her face too roughly．Heaven and earth,

Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him

As if increase of appetite had grown

By what it fed on; and yet within a month —

Let me not think on't; frailty, thy name is woman—

A little month, or ere those shoes were old

With which she followed my poor father's body

Like Niobe, all tears , why , she —

O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason

Would have mourned longer — married with my uncle,

My father's brother, but no more like my father

Than I to Hercules．Within a month,

Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears

Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,

She married．O, most wicked speed, to post

With such dexterity to incestuous sheets！

It is not, nor it cannot come to good.

But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

Enter Horatio, Marcellus, and Barnardo.

Horatio　Hail to your lordship！

Hamlet　I am glad to see you well.

Horatio　— or I do forget myself.

Horatio　The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.

Hamlet　Sir, my good friend , I'll change that name with you.

And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?

Marcellus.

Marcellus　My good lord！

Hamlet　I am very glad to see you．[To Barnardo]

Good even, sir.

But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?

Horatio　A truant disposition, good my lord.

Hamlet　I would not hear your enemy say so,

Nor shall you do my ear that violence

To make it truster of your own report

Against yourself．I know you are no truant.

But what is your affair in Elsinore?

We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.

Horatio　My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.

Hamlet　I prithee do not mock me, fellow student.

I think it was to see my mother's wedding.

Horatio　Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.

Hamlet　Thrift, thrift, Horatio．The funeral baked meats

Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven

Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio！

My father, methinks I see my father.

Horatio　Where, my lord?

Hamlet　In my mind's eye, Horatio.

Horatio　I saw him once．'A was a goodly king.

Hamlet　'A was a man, take him for all in all,

I shall not look upon his like again.

Horatio　My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.

Hamlet　Saw? who?

Horatio　My lord, the King your father.

Hamlet　The King my father?

Horatio　Season your admiration for a while

With an attent ear till I may deliver

Upon the witness of these gentlemen

This marvel to you.

Hamlet　For God's love let me hear！

Horatio　Two nights together had these gentlemen,

Marcellus　and Barnardo, on their watch

In the dead waste and middle of the night

Been thus encountered．A figure like your father,

Armèd at point exactly, cap-a-pe,

Appears before them, and with solemn march

Goes slow and stately by them．Thrice he walked

By their oppressed and fear-surprisèd eyes,

Within his truncheon's length, whilst they, distil-led

Almost to jelly with the act of fear,

Stand dumb and speak not to him．This to me

In dreadful secrecy impart they did,

And I with them the third night kept the watch,

Where, as they had delivered, both in time,

Form of the thing, each word made true and good,

The apparition comes．I knew your father.

These hands are not more like.

Hamlet　But where was this?

Marcellus　My lord, upon the platform where we watched.

Hamlet　Did you not speak to it?

Horatio　My lord, I did;

But answer made it none．Yet once methought

It lifted up it head and did address

Itself to motion like as it would speak:

But even then the morning cock crew loud,

And at the sound it shrunk in haste away

And vanished from our sight.

Hamlet　'Tis very strange.

Horatio　As I do live, my honoured lord, 'tis true,

And we did think it writ down in our duty

To let you know of it.

Hamlet　Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.

Hold you the watch tonight?

All　We do, my lord.

Hamlet　Armed, say you?

All　Armed, my lord.

Hamlet　From top to toe?

All　My lord, from head to foot.

Hamlet　Then saw you not his face.

Horatio　O, yes, my lord．He wore his beaver up.

Hamlet　What, looked he frowningly?

Horatio　A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

Hamlet　Pale or red?

Horatio　Nay, very pale.

Hamlet　And fixed his eyes upon you?

Horatio　Most constantly.

Hamlet　I would I had been there.

Horatio　It would have much amazed you.

Hamlet　Very like, very like．Stayed it long?

Horatio　While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.

Both　Longer, longer.

Horatio　Not when I saw't.

Hamlet　His beard was grizzled, no?

Horatio　It was as I have seen it in his life,

A sable silvered.

Hamlet　I will watch tonight.

Perchance 'twill walk again.

Horatio　I warr'nt it will.

Hamlet　If it assume my noble father's person,

I'll speak to it though hell itself should gape

And bid me hold my peace．I pray you all,

If you have hitherto concealed this sight,

Let it be tenable in your silence still,

And whatsomever else shall hap tonight,

Give it an understanding but no tongue;

I will requite your loves．So fare you well.

Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve

I'll visit you.

All　Our duty to your honour.

Hamlet　Your loves, as mine to you．Farewell.Exeunt [all but Hamlet] .

My father's spirit — in arms? All is not well.

I doubt some foul play．Would the night were come！

Till then sit still, my soul．Foul deeds will rise,

Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.Exit.

Scene 3　A room

Laertes　My necessaries are embarked．Farewell.

And, sister, as the winds give benefit

And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,

But let me hear from you.

Ophelia　Do you doubt that?

Laertes　For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favor,

Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,

A violet in the youth of primy nature,

Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,

The perfume and suppliance of a minute,

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