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<!DOCTYPE html>
<html lang="en">
<head>
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<title>Pseudo Localized Hamlet</title>
<script type="module" defer="defer">
import { PseudoLocalizeDom } from './src/dom.mjs';
import { pseudoLocalizeString } from './src/localize.mjs';
new PseudoLocalizeDom().start({
strategy: 'accented',
blacklistedNodeNames: ['STYLE', 'text', 'PRE'],
});
console.log(pseudoLocalizeString('Some Localized String'));
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<body>
<pre>
Changing text nodes and adding or removing trees of elements
will trigger a pseudo-localization run on all the new text added to the DOM.
Try it yourself by changing text or adding/removing elements using the devtools.
</pre
>
<!-- ==== TEST SECTION BEGINS ==== -->
<h1>Testing Section</h1>
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<style>
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color: rebeccapurple;
}
</style>
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<hr />
<h1>The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark.</h1>
<a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/hamlet/full.html"
>http://shakespeare.mit.edu/hamlet/full.html</a
>
<h3>ACT I</h3>
<h3>SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle.</h3>
<blockquote>
<i>FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO</i>
</blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Who's there?</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>FRANCISCO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Long live the king!</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>FRANCISCO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Bernardo?</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>He.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>FRANCISCO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>You come most carefully upon your hour.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>FRANCISCO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,</a><br />
<a>And I am sick at heart.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Have you had quiet guard?</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>FRANCISCO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Not a mouse stirring.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Well, good night.</a><br />
<a>If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,</a><br />
<a>The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>FRANCISCO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?</a><br />
<p><i>Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS</i></p>
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Friends to this ground.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote><a>And liegemen to the Dane.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>FRANCISCO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Give you good night.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>O, farewell, honest soldier:</a><br />
<a>Who hath relieved you?</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>FRANCISCO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Bernardo has my place.</a><br />
<a>Give you good night.</a><br />
<p><i>Exit</i></p>
</blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Holla! Bernardo!</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Say,</a><br />
<a>What, is Horatio there?</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>A piece of him.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>I have seen nothing.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,</a><br />
<a>And will not let belief take hold of him</a><br />
<a>Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:</a><br />
<a>Therefore I have entreated him along</a><br />
<a>With us to watch the minutes of this night;</a><br />
<a>That if again this apparition come,</a><br />
<a>He may approve our eyes and speak to it.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Sit down awhile;</a><br />
<a>And let us once again assail your ears,</a><br />
<a>That are so fortified against our story</a><br />
<a>What we have two nights seen.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Well, sit we down,</a><br />
<a>And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Last night of all,</a><br />
<a>When yond same star that's westward from the pole</a><br />
<a>Had made his course to illume that part of heaven</a><br />
<a>Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,</a><br />
<a>The bell then beating one,--</a><br />
<p><i>Enter Ghost</i></p>
</blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>In the same figure, like the king that's dead.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>It would be spoke to.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Question it, Horatio.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,</a><br />
<a>Together with that fair and warlike form</a><br />
<a>In which the majesty of buried Denmark</a><br />
<a>Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote><a>It is offended.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote><a> See, it stalks away!</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!</a><br />
<p><i>Exit Ghost</i></p>
</blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote><a>'Tis gone, and will not answer.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:</a><br />
<a>Is not this something more than fantasy?</a><br />
<a>What think you on't?</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Before my God, I might not this believe</a><br />
<a>Without the sensible and true avouch</a><br />
<a>Of mine own eyes.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote><a> Is it not like the king?</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>As thou art to thyself:</a><br />
<a>Such was the very armour he had on</a><br />
<a>When he the ambitious Norway combated;</a><br />
<a>So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,</a><br />
<a>He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.</a><br />
<a>'Tis strange.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,</a><br />
<a>With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>In what particular thought to work I know not;</a><br />
<a>But in the gross and scope of my opinion,</a><br />
<a>This bodes some strange eruption to our state.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,</a><br />
<a>Why this same strict and most observant watch</a><br />
<a>So nightly toils the subject of the land,</a><br />
<a>And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,</a><br />
<a>And foreign mart for implements of war;</a><br />
<a>Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task</a><br />
<a>Does not divide the Sunday from the week;</a><br />
<a>What might be toward, that this sweaty haste</a><br />
<a>Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:</a><br />
<a>Who is't that can inform me?</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>That can I;</a><br />
<a>At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,</a><br />
<a>Whose image even but now appear'd to us,</a><br />
<a>Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,</a><br />
<a>Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,</a><br />
<a>Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet--</a><br />
<a>For so this side of our known world esteem'd him--</a><br />
<a>Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact,</a><br />
<a>Well ratified by law and heraldry,</a><br />
<a>Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands</a><br />
<a>Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:</a><br />
<a>Against the which, a moiety competent</a><br />
<a>Was gaged by our king; which had return'd</a><br />
<a>To the inheritance of Fortinbras,</a><br />
<a>Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,</a><br />
<a>And carriage of the article design'd,</a><br />
<a>His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,</a><br />
<a>Of unimproved mettle hot and full,</a><br />
<a>Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there</a><br />
<a>Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,</a><br />
<a>For food and diet, to some enterprise</a><br />
<a>That hath a stomach in't; which is no other--</a><br />
<a>As it doth well appear unto our state--</a><br />
<a>But to recover of us, by strong hand</a><br />
<a>And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands</a><br />
<a>So by his father lost: and this, I take it,</a><br />
<a>Is the main motive of our preparations,</a><br />
<a>The source of this our watch and the chief head</a><br />
<a>Of this post-haste and romage in the land.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>I think it be no other but e'en so:</a><br />
<a>Well may it sort that this portentous figure</a><br />
<a>Comes armed through our watch; so like the king</a><br />
<a>That was and is the question of these wars.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.</a><br />
<a>In the most high and palmy state of Rome,</a><br />
<a>A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,</a><br />
<a>The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead</a><br />
<a>Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:</a><br />
<a>As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,</a><br />
<a>Disasters in the sun; and the moist star</a><br />
<a>Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands</a><br />
<a>Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:</a><br />
<a>And even the like precurse of fierce events,</a><br />
<a>As harbingers preceding still the fates</a><br />
<a>And prologue to the omen coming on,</a><br />
<a>Have heaven and earth together demonstrated</a><br />
<a>Unto our climatures and countrymen.--</a><br />
<a>But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!</a><br />
<p><i>Re-enter Ghost</i></p>
<a>I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!</a><br />
<a>If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,</a><br />
<a>Speak to me:</a><br />
<a>If there be any good thing to be done,</a><br />
<a>That may to thee do ease and grace to me,</a><br />
<a>Speak to me:</a><br />
<p><i>Cock crows</i></p>
<a>If thou art privy to thy country's fate,</a><br />
<a>Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!</a><br />
<a>Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life</a><br />
<a>Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,</a><br />
<a>For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,</a><br />
<a>Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Shall I strike at it with my partisan?</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Do, if it will not stand.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>'Tis here!</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>'Tis here!</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>'Tis gone!</a><br />
<p><i>Exit Ghost</i></p>
<a>We do it wrong, being so majestical,</a><br />
<a>To offer it the show of violence;</a><br />
<a>For it is, as the air, invulnerable,</a><br />
<a>And our vain blows malicious mockery.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>It was about to speak, when the cock crew.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>And then it started like a guilty thing</a><br />
<a>Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,</a><br />
<a>The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,</a><br />
<a>Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat</a><br />
<a>Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,</a><br />
<a>Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,</a><br />
<a>The extravagant and erring spirit hies</a><br />
<a>To his confine: and of the truth herein</a><br />
<a>This present object made probation.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>It faded on the crowing of the cock.</a><br />
<a>Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes</a><br />
<a>Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,</a><br />
<a>The bird of dawning singeth all night long:</a><br />
<a>And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;</a><br />
<a>The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,</a><br />
<a>No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,</a><br />
<a>So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>So have I heard and do in part believe it.</a><br />
<a>But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,</a><br />
<a>Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:</a><br />
<a>Break we our watch up; and by my advice,</a><br />
<a>Let us impart what we have seen to-night</a><br />
<a>Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,</a><br />
<a>This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.</a><br />
<a>Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,</a><br />
<a>As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know</a><br />
<a>Where we shall find him most conveniently.</a><br />
<p><i>Exeunt</i></p>
</blockquote>
<h3>SCENE II. A room of state in the castle.</h3>
<p></p>
<blockquote>
<i
>Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES,
VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants</i
>
</blockquote>
<a><b>KING CLAUDIUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death</a><br />
<a>The memory be green, and that it us befitted</a><br />
<a>To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom</a><br />
<a>To be contracted in one brow of woe,</a><br />
<a>Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature</a><br />
<a>That we with wisest sorrow think on him,</a><br />
<a>Together with remembrance of ourselves.</a><br />
<a>Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,</a><br />
<a>The imperial jointress to this warlike state,</a><br />
<a>Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,--</a><br />
<a>With an auspicious and a dropping eye,</a><br />
<a>With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,</a><br />
<a>In equal scale weighing delight and dole,--</a><br />
<a>Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd</a><br />
<a>Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone</a><br />
<a>With this affair along. For all, our thanks.</a><br />
<a>Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,</a><br />
<a>Holding a weak supposal of our worth,</a><br />
<a>Or thinking by our late dear brother's death</a><br />
<a>Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,</a><br />
<a>Colleagued with the dream of his advantage,</a><br />
<a>He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,</a><br />
<a>Importing the surrender of those lands</a><br />
<a>Lost by his father, with all bonds of law,</a><br />
<a>To our most valiant brother. So much for him.</a><br />
<a>Now for ourself and for this time of meeting:</a><br />
<a>Thus much the business is: we have here writ</a><br />
<a>To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,--</a><br />
<a>Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears</a><br />
<a>Of this his nephew's purpose,--to suppress</a><br />
<a>His further gait herein; in that the levies,</a><br />
<a>The lists and full proportions, are all made</a><br />
<a>Out of his subject: and we here dispatch</a><br />
<a>You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,</a><br />
<a>For bearers of this greeting to old Norway;</a><br />
<a>Giving to you no further personal power</a><br />
<a>To business with the king, more than the scope</a><br />
<a>Of these delated articles allow.</a><br />
<a>Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>CORNELIUS</b></a>
<a><b>VOLTIMAND</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>In that and all things will we show our duty.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>KING CLAUDIUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.</a><br />
<p><i>Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS</i></p>
<a>And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?</a><br />
<a>You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes?</a><br />
<a>You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,</a><br />
<a>And loose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,</a><br />
<a>That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?</a><br />
<a>The head is not more native to the heart,</a><br />
<a>The hand more instrumental to the mouth,</a><br />
<a>Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.</a><br />
<a>What wouldst thou have, Laertes?</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>LAERTES</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>My dread lord,</a><br />
<a>Your leave and favour to return to France;</a><br />
<a>From whence though willingly I came to Denmark,</a><br />
<a>To show my duty in your coronation,</a><br />
<a>Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,</a><br />
<a>My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France</a><br />
<a>And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>KING CLAUDIUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>LORD POLONIUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave</a><br />
<a>By laboursome petition, and at last</a><br />
<a>Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:</a><br />
<a>I do beseech you, give him leave to go.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>KING CLAUDIUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,</a><br />
<a>And thy best graces spend it at thy will!</a><br />
<a>But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,--</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>[Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>KING CLAUDIUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>How is it that the clouds still hang on you?</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>QUEEN GERTRUDE</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,</a><br />
<a>And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.</a><br />
<a>Do not for ever with thy vailed lids</a><br />
<a>Seek for thy noble father in the dust:</a><br />
<a>Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,</a><br />
<a>Passing through nature to eternity.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Ay, madam, it is common.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>QUEEN GERTRUDE</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>If it be,</a><br />
<a>Why seems it so particular with thee?</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not 'seems.'</a><br />
<a>'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,</a><br />
<a>Nor customary suits of solemn black,</a><br />
<a>Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,</a><br />
<a>No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,</a><br />
<a>Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,</a><br />
<a>Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,</a><br />
<a>That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,</a><br />
<a>For they are actions that a man might play:</a><br />
<a>But I have that within which passeth show;</a><br />
<a>These but the trappings and the suits of woe.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>KING CLAUDIUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,</a><br />
<a>To give these mourning duties to your father:</a><br />
<a>But, you must know, your father lost a father;</a><br />
<a>That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound</a><br />
<a>In filial obligation for some term</a><br />
<a>To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever</a><br />
<a>In obstinate condolement is a course</a><br />
<a>Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief;</a><br />
<a>It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,</a><br />
<a>A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,</a><br />
<a>An understanding simple and unschool'd:</a><br />
<a>For what we know must be and is as common</a><br />
<a>As any the most vulgar thing to sense,</a><br />
<a>Why should we in our peevish opposition</a><br />
<a>Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,</a><br />
<a>A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,</a><br />
<a>To reason most absurd: whose common theme</a><br />
<a>Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,</a><br />
<a>From the first corse till he that died to-day,</a><br />
<a>'This must be so.' We pray you, throw to earth</a><br />
<a>This unprevailing woe, and think of us</a><br />
<a>As of a father: for let the world take note,</a><br />
<a>You are the most immediate to our throne;</a><br />
<a>And with no less nobility of love</a><br />
<a>Than that which dearest father bears his son,</a><br />
<a>Do I impart toward you. For your intent</a><br />
<a>In going back to school in Wittenberg,</a><br />
<a>It is most retrograde to our desire:</a><br />
<a>And we beseech you, bend you to remain</a><br />
<a>Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,</a><br />
<a>Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>QUEEN GERTRUDE</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:</a><br />
<a>I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>I shall in all my best obey you, madam.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>KING CLAUDIUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply:</a><br />
<a>Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;</a><br />
<a>This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet</a><br />
<a>Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof,</a><br />
<a>No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day,</a><br />
<a>But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,</a><br />
<a>And the king's rouse the heavens all bruit again,</a><br />
<a>Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.</a><br />
<p><i>Exeunt all but HAMLET</i></p>
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>O, that this too too solid flesh would melt</a><br />
<a>Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!</a><br />
<a>Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd</a><br />
<a>His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!</a><br />
<a>How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,</a><br />
<a>Seem to me all the uses of this world!</a><br />
<a>Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,</a><br />
<a>That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature</a><br />
<a>Possess it merely. That it should come to this!</a><br />
<a>But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:</a><br />
<a>So excellent a king; that was, to this,</a><br />
<a>Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother</a><br />
<a>That he might not beteem the winds of heaven</a><br />
<a>Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!</a><br />
<a>Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,</a><br />
<a>As if increase of appetite had grown</a><br />
<a>By what it fed on: and yet, within a month--</a><br />
<a>Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!--</a><br />
<a>A little month, or ere those shoes were old</a><br />
<a>With which she follow'd my poor father's body,</a><br />
<a>Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she--</a><br />
<a>O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,</a><br />
<a>Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle,</a><br />
<a>My father's brother, but no more like my father</a><br />
<a>Than I to Hercules: within a month:</a><br />
<a>Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears</a><br />
<a>Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,</a><br />
<a>She married. O, most wicked speed, to post</a><br />
<a>With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!</a><br />
<a>It is not nor it cannot come to good:</a><br />
<a>But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.</a><br />
<p><i>Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO</i></p>
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Hail to your lordship!</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>I am glad to see you well:</a><br />
<a>Horatio,--or I do forget myself.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you:</a><br />
<a>And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus?</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote><a>My good lord--</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>I am very glad to see you. Good even, sir.</a><br />
<a>But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>A truant disposition, good my lord.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>I would not hear your enemy say so,</a><br />
<a>Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,</a><br />
<a>To make it truster of your own report</a><br />
<a>Against yourself: I know you are no truant.</a><br />
<a>But what is your affair in Elsinore?</a><br />
<a>We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;</a><br />
<a>I think it was to see my mother's wedding.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats</a><br />
<a>Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.</a><br />
<a>Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven</a><br />
<a>Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!</a><br />
<a>My father!--methinks I see my father.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Where, my lord?</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote><a> In my mind's eye, Horatio.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>I saw him once; he was a goodly king.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>He was a man, take him for all in all,</a><br />
<a>I shall not look upon his like again.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Saw? who?</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>My lord, the king your father.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote><a>The king my father!</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Season your admiration for awhile</a><br />
<a>With an attent ear, till I may deliver,</a><br />
<a>Upon the witness of these gentlemen,</a><br />
<a>This marvel to you.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote><a>For God's love, let me hear.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Two nights together had these gentlemen,</a><br />
<a>Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,</a><br />
<a>In the dead vast and middle of the night,</a><br />
<a>Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,</a><br />
<a>Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,</a><br />
<a>Appears before them, and with solemn march</a><br />
<a>Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd</a><br />
<a>By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,</a><br />
<a>Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distilled</a><br />
<a>Almost to jelly with the act of fear,</a><br />
<a>Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me</a><br />
<a>In dreadful secrecy impart they did;</a><br />
<a>And I with them the third night kept the watch;</a><br />
<a>Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,</a><br />
<a>Form of the thing, each word made true and good,</a><br />
<a>The apparition comes: I knew your father;</a><br />
<a>These hands are not more like.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote><a>But where was this?</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Did you not speak to it?</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>My lord, I did;</a><br />
<a>But answer made it none: yet once methought</a><br />
<a>It lifted up its head and did address</a><br />
<a>Itself to motion, like as it would speak;</a><br />
<a>But even then the morning cock crew loud,</a><br />
<a>And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,</a><br />
<a>And vanish'd from our sight.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote><a>'Tis very strange.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;</a><br />
<a>And we did think it writ down in our duty</a><br />
<a>To let you know of it.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.</a><br />
<a>Hold you the watch to-night?</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>We do, my lord.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Arm'd, say you?</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Arm'd, my lord.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote><a>From top to toe?</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>My lord, from head to foot.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Then saw you not his face?</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote><a>What, look'd he frowningly?</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Pale or red?</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Nay, very pale.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote><a> And fix'd his eyes upon you?</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Most constantly.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote><a> I would I had been there.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>It would have much amazed you.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>MARCELLUS</b></a>
<a><b>BERNARDO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Longer, longer.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Not when I saw't.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote><a> His beard was grizzled--no?</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>It was, as I have seen it in his life,</a><br />
<a>A sable silver'd.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a> I will watch to-night;</a><br />
<a>Perchance 'twill walk again.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>HORATIO</b></a>
<blockquote><a>I warrant it will.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>If it assume my noble father's person,</a><br />
<a>I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape</a><br />
<a>And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,</a><br />
<a>If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,</a><br />
<a>Let it be tenable in your silence still;</a><br />
<a>And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,</a><br />
<a>Give it an understanding, but no tongue:</a><br />
<a>I will requite your loves. So, fare you well:</a><br />
<a>Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,</a><br />
<a>I'll visit you.</a><br />
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<a><b>All</b></a>
<blockquote><a> Our duty to your honour.</a><br /></blockquote>
<a><b>HAMLET</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.</a><br />
<p><i>Exeunt all but HAMLET</i></p>
<a>My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;</a><br />
<a>I doubt some foul play: would the night were come!</a><br />
<a>Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise,</a><br />
<a>Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.</a><br />
<p><i>Exit</i></p>
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<h3>SCENE III. A room in Polonius' house.</h3>
<p></p>
<blockquote>
<i>Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA</i>
</blockquote>
<a><b>LAERTES</b></a>
<blockquote>
<a>My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:</a><br />
<a>And, sister, as the winds give benefit</a><br />
<a>And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,</a><br />
<a>But let me hear from you.</a><br />
</blockquote>
<a><b>OPHELIA</b></a>
<blockquote><a>Do you doubt that?</a><br /></blockquote>