Hamlet: Act 1, Scene 1 Flashcards
For this relief much thanks. ‘Tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Francisco to Barnardo
What, has this thing appeared again tonight?
Horatio to Barnardo
Horatio says ’tis but our fantasy
Marcellus to Barnardo
Touching this dreaded sight twice seen of us.
Marcellus to Barnardo
That if again this apparition come
He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
Marcellus to Barnardo
Tush, tush, ’twill not appear.
Horatio to Marcellus
In the same figure like the king that’s dead.
Barnardo to Marcellus
Together with that fair and warlike form
In which the majesty of buried Denmark
Horatio to The Ghost
I charge thee, speak.
Horatio to Ghost
Is not this something more than fantasy?
What think you on ’t?
Barnardo to Horatio
Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.
Horatio to Barnardo
Such was the very armour he had on
When he the ambitious Norway combated
Horatio to Marcellus
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
Horatio to Marcellus
Good now, sit down and tell me, he that knows
Marcellus to Horatio
Why this same strict and most observant watch
So nightly toils the subject of the land,
Marcellus to Horatio
And why such daily cast of brazen cannon
And foreign mart for implements of war,
Marcellus to Horatio
Does not divide the Sunday from the week.
Marcellus to Horatio
our valiant Hamlet
(For so this side of our known world esteemed him)
Did slay this Fortinbras
Horatio to Marcellus
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
Horatio to Barnardo
Well may it sort that this portentous figure
Comes armèd through our watch
Barnardo to Horatio
But soft, behold! Lo, where it comes again.
I’ll cross it though it blast me.—Stay, illusion!
Horatio to Ghost
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the show of violence,
Marcellus to Horatio
I have heard
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Horatio to Marcellus
Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated,
Marcellus to Horatio
Let us impart what we have seen tonight
Unto young Hamlet, for, upon my life,
170This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
Horatio to Marcellus
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,
5Yet 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,
10Have 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—
King to Gertrude
Now follows that you know. Young Fortinbras,
Holding a weak supposal of our worth
Or thinking by our late dear brother’s death
20Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
King to Gertrude
Thus much the business is: we have here writ
To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras—
King to Gertrude
we here dispatch
You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand,
For bearers of this greeting to old Norway,
King to Gertrude